possibly-unknown

We are gathered here today In this beautiful place As I give my heart away, But it is gone without a trace. No, it’s still snug behind my ribs, Although it feels as heavy as lead. Or is it just a fib? At least the physical half of me is not dead. Until death do you part, I can see my problem now, One emotion is broken. Love, that’s what is missing. That feeling you get when you are kissing. I am embarrassed to say, or to mention But I do say I may rid myself of its tension. There is no “through richer or poorer”, Only sickness and no health. Loneliness is there It is my friend But you see, it does not care That I