I sit here in silence,
Wondering only what could be,
There over there,
Staring back at me.

Those eyes appear,
Dark brown maybe?
Full of judgement & despair.
A plea so loud,
I care not to hear.

For when I do,
My stomach lurches,
My heart beats faster.
Distaste fills my mouth.

"Dinners ready" she calls.
It's time to start the lies.

"I'm coming" I reply,
"I'm starving" I lie.

As I walk away,
The eyes follow too,
A reflection so clear,
A self rejection so strong.
The struggle becomes real.

It's morning, I wake.
To my shock, it's all the same.
The scenery. The air. The silence.

Without hesitation, I continue the ritual,
The manufactured production line of life.

I pass you by, the love I see.
Everyday I pray to be,
Your one and only in trust,
But before that we must.
Build bridges o'er the system,
The malfunction is just too much.
Create an identity and own our own privacy.

We cherish most what we desire,
Acknowledged just by the friar.
Sacred matrimony, bond, connection.

I pass you by the love I see,
What more can I hope to be?

Than your one and only.