My Beloved

My Beloved where are you now?
I wait, I yearn - patiently.
I wonder will I ever see you?
How can this be? I'm only 43!
I am a beautiful woman without a Soul...mate...
I yearn for you night after night
He grows weary of my plea.
I wait expectantly.
Even the Heavens can't bring you back to me!
So I cry
I lay in my bed
Alone, sad- but not afraid
For I am a woman, now
Forced into independence by circumstance.
Dear Lord, how many more times do I have to say, "That's so very nice, I am so happy for you."
So again, I cry I ask i plea...
"What's wrong with me, Lord? What's wrong with me?"
Why do I have to be alone
Solo- for what? 43 years, Lord?
Quiet, despair- desperation but not desperate.