POEM 32: SOUR VALENTINE

I woke up to my friend's sobs
Stretched and yawned.

With sleepy eyes a little blurred
I could see a tear drop
A mug
Beer
More tears
A gulp

He cringes and brings a frame
close to his face.

"Valentine is thirteen days away 
Sweet, please don't delay."

Then I understood
It's a picture frame of his ex.
Twice I hide it
Thrice he found it.

On my feet, 
I walk up to him
Arm on his shoulder
His burden to bear.

Tear drops
Mug
Beer
Gulps

He drops the wooden picture frame
and staggers off stage

I woke up to my friend's sobs
It sang thus
"Valentine, must thou be sour?"