Under the mango tree where the shade is dark and deep she waits with years on her skin.
The face though weary with the burden of time has not yielded to the fate of having once loved and lost.
She believes the winds from the barren field will one day carry the rustle of footsteps raising a song from within earth that the moment is arrived for the dead river to rise in tides and flood her cheeks with the sapplings of all the unplanted kisses.
When the nights come the fireflies would sing love is such a beautiful thing basking in the glow of her heart.
I haven't been called a spinster but I can tell what people are thinking when I walk by myself. Or when I am at church with my mom then I get weird looks because I am 24 years old and single. So yeah you can call me a spinster because it is accurate. But I am good alone. I don't need a relationship to define me. All of my friends are married and have kids or are in a relationship. Sometimes I feel lonely because I don't have someone but when I am with my family or work friends I don't feel alone.