I grip the ring on my finger
as I scroll through photos
of never-lovers.
Those could-have-beens
bring tears to my eyes,
rejection over the years.
Sometimes my reality
feels like a distant dream.
I see myself in
a wedding dress
and think that didn't happen.
That woman wasn't me;
there's no way someone
committed their life to me.
I remember the girl
of decades past,
the one that no one wanted.
That's still me;
That's still my truth.
Loneliness doesn't go away
just because someone
signed a paper.
A lifetime of heartbreak
doesn't simply vanish
after the honeymoon.
It's a daily battle
to focus on love gained
instead of hurt sustained.
This is a beautiful poem, and
This is a beautiful poem, and the emotion it conveys is very poignant; but those last three stanzas . . . those marvelous final three stanzas . . . launch the whole poem into a profound wisdom of life experience that so many readers, so many people, need to hear. I wish such wisdom had been conveyed to me, decades ago, when I first began to experience the emotions of love; it would have explained so much to me. In my opinion---and I have long applauded you as a Poet---this is one of the MOST IMPORTANT poems in your collection, and on all of postpoems.
Starward