As I walked through a busy city by the bell,
A traditional, white garment caught my eye.
It was a beautiful silhouette.
My eyes widened with delight and fantasy,
But my heart sunk with sorrow and loneliness.
While I froze in front of the boutique,
I was hypnotized by the embroidered floral appliqués.
There were painful memories of lost love.
The Lord’s house was opened for us,
But it was never entered.
I was abandoned by lust when I needed love.
There were no others.
No one was true.
The mates had no soul.
I bought the gown while I was alone.
It was for the day my sun sets.
Maybe the Lord will present me with the one in the kingdom.
About the Creator
Leona Valentine
Hi. I have been writing since I was a kid. After college, I published a poem called "Dark Heaven" in a book titled The Colors of Life. I love writing short stories, poems and more. I enjoy parenting, art, meditation, and martial arts.
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