Lady In Mourning

No one will visit our home

No one will give me words of comfort

There will be no sympathetic hugs or shoulders to cry upon

No guest will linger in our living room

No sharing stories of your good ole days

There will be no cases of drinks delivered to our residence

Nor will the baskets of food arrive in abundance

I am a lady in mourning but the world will never know

My name will not appear in your obituary

The preacher will not acknowledge me as your own

Nor will your service flag be laid in my arms

No, I will simply be part of the background

The one dressed in all black

The one crying the hardest

The one with the broken heart

The one who has lost the most

I was the closest person to you

I loved you intimately and I was your family

Yet, they will all be asking the same question

Who is she and why is she here

Some have guessed the answer but

They will never vocalize it

You see, image is everything in their world

They represent the cookie-cutter dreams

They are the elite and the pristine

Life behind their doors is not as it seems

Scandals must be kept at bay

Therefore, all eyes will ignore me

No one will dare to console me for my lost

I will be blotted out of your history

Your image will remain whiskey clean

The world will never know that

I am a lady in mourning

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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

This is a very sad piece but very well written for one can sense the love and emotion from this loss. Excellent write.

[Holly O'Brien]

I instantly thought about a gay lover losing her partner to death. It's very sad, but I love the poem. I would never want to go through something like that.

[Art Sun]

nice work Journey...the sadness of loss is filling this page, within all loss their are those who are in the background and yet they are hurting the most...very descriptive and emotional writing...

[Vincent]

That was really intense to read, painful and sad yes, but beautiful and unsettling. Sometimes the worst screams are silent and the deepest agony is the one nobody knows about. Such hard social conventions, all ignoring of people's true feelings.
Wonderful write, you got me thinking for quite a bit now.