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June 1986
Late at night and I come home lights on in the bedrooms only the sound of the drip tap greets me as I walk in. Upstairs in my bedroom nearly ready to sleep Mom ambles over to ask: “How was the wedding?” “Fine,” I say, “just fine.” Biting back the tears that could come or not at all “It’s a lie!” I want to scream but no, I stand and smile and say that “I’m okay.” Most times I am my life alone is okay I have my friends I love for them I’d gladly live But what happens when my last friend is wed and I’m alone will I still smile and bite back tears?
Will there be laughter Will there be pain Will there be someone else
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