From some time well before I met my husband
I am alone…
always and always alone…
On the street they pass me by…
Hand in hand, their love carries them on…
Past pain, past desire, blind to my lonely way.
I am alone…
always and always alone…
With friends in a café…
Their chatter and laughter I share…
And note in my heart the lovers nearby.
I am alone…
always and always alone…
A show to watch and entertain…
Two lovers all obstacles o’ercome…
To end in life or death, united by love’s embrace.
I am alone…
always and always alone…
With him, holding hands…
Time spent together and shared…
Yet still, alone and lonely he makes me.
I am alone…
always and always alone…
He moves on, leaves me behind…
Betrayal and heartache again my portion…
Still life moves on, rolls over, grinds on.
I am alone…
always and always alone…
Poem © 20 August 2014, by D. Denise Dianaty
A selfie of my own eye, c. 2012
