My Funny Valentine

The smoke rises up toward the night sky
Valentine takes another puff and lets his tension slowly unwind
All he could think of was how there could be more to life than this
How life could be complete with her but his heart feels pain
But does not speak of this pain because theres no words to human emotions
Always portraying a cool calm exterior, occasional spontaneous outbursts
But under it all, his eyes told everything.
He wasn't much of a looker, just was a free man with a choice of the future
He was a searcher, a wanderer, a seeker.
But never realized that life happened inbetween
Not after the end.
Always chasing after dreams, never looking back.
He once told me, "life isn't that great, without a past."
But never once did he look back.

He gently put out his cigeratte, and the hearth of the fire slowly faded.
He sat back against the walls of the alley's
It was a cold day that September night
My Funny Valentine.