When Is It My Turn

They walk by me, those lovebirds in twos and threes

Photo by Norbert Braun on Unsplash

They walk by me,

hand in hand,

lovers

trapped in the bonds

of their ecstasy.

Walking by me in twos and threes,

making me wonder

when will it be my turn.

To meet someone

who is my other half,

my hearts only joy,

the chocolate to my vanilla.

Where is my prince,

where is my unstoppable love,

have they gotten lost in the

tragic moments

that seem to pile on as the world

becomes darker and darker,

with pain and sickness…