Keep it a secret, laugh and smile
Acquaintances can’t know my internal pain
If they knew, what could they do?
Ask what’s wrong?
That won’t help me
Even closer friends I don’t want to bother
Again, they can’t help
It’s not by their hand
I feel like a broken tape recorder repeating my life’s complaint
I can only write it and those that would care could read
Years ago I had a vision of my wedding
The image felt concrete, secured in stone
It felt so real and it gave hope
The date also popped into my head
And a countdown commenced
Now that date fast approaches and hope has faded
How cruel to be given a false vision!
Still, we’ll see what life has yet to present
Not too much longer to wait
For now, I’m at a loss
I just expect nothing…