It Is Valentine's Day In Pittsburgh Poem by Romella Kitchens

It is Valentine's Day in Pittsburgh and, the man with five girlfriends heads over the Bloomfield bridge on a bicycle with five bouquets of 24 red roses, one for each of them.
He can't balance the roses and the bicycle at the same time.
He spills on the muscular bridge's sidewalk and roses and rose petals fly everywhere.
"What a mess, " the man thinks, "What self-respecting woman can I give all these broken stems and lost petals to? "
He gathers up the flowers that aren't broken and then grins sheepishly at the gorgeous brunette jogging past him to turn around and lap again, then reasons "This is kismet, " and the next love of his life.
He hands her 12 flawless roses and scurries on with his knapsack filled with wrapped boxes of chocolate for the others.
124 roses, none of them any truer than the surviving 12.
Yes, chocolate touches any heart.
At least it should or, at least it could.
Maybe not this year.
Maybe next year.
Just maybe some year, some woman who knows him, knows him well and, hopefully he will know her.