I almost always cry
For the weddings that I see
God decided long ago
That this is not the life for me
It is all I’ve wanted
All I’ve aspired to become
My heart has been denied
Left dying in the sun.
It has been a test of faith
Not sure if I will pass.
The cold & empty lonely place–
Not sure how long I’ll last.
I cannot begin to imagine
Why this is the life for me.
I can go days without speaking,
Without another soul to see.
If I would have been aware
Alone at forty would I be
My plans would have been rewritten,
I would have lived them differently.