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A day wrapped in ribbons, hearts laced in red,

Yet silence hums where words should be said.

No roses, no whispers, no hands intertwined,

Just the echo of footfalls, a heart left behind.

The world spins in laughter, confetti in air,

But shadows still linger where nobody cares.

A chair at the café, untouched candlelight,

A table for two lost deep in the night.

Yet in the quiet, a melody plays,

Soft as the moonlight, lost in the haze.

No love letters written, no promises made,

But still, in my chest, a warmth doesn't fade.

So here’s to the lone hearts, the wanderers free,

A Valentine whispered to nobody—

But me.