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The Demands of My Soul on Valentine’s Day
Being Single on this Valentine’s Day
My soul is not quiet,
It does not sit still,
It pulls at the end of my days,
whispering of all that I am not , I am yet to be.
But on Valentine’s Day, it is louder.
It does not beg for roses,
nor for candlelit dinners,
It does not crave grand gestures,
wrapped in ribbons and posted for the world to see.
No, my soul demands something deeper,
It longs for love, not the kind sold in stores,
not the kind that lasts for a season,
but the kind that lingers like a soft echo in the bones.
It wants love that feels like home,
like steady hands in a storm,
like laughter that spills into the night,
like silence that is comfortable and intimate, not heavy.
My soul is restless,
but not because I am alone….
Not because my phone does not light up with confessions,
not because there are no flowers at my door.
