Looking For A Valentine

most of the time, she goes home early
never fails to visit the church and pray

she has been this way, hollow, empty,
the prayers never make her full

sometimes she extends her time in church
looking at the other faces hoping to find someone

that may like her, propose her a marriage
that at her last trip to love, she may not refuse

or have the right to, she has no right to choose now
at 33, she prayed so hard, and gave bigger tithes,

sponsored masses, and offered masses for her
dead ancestors,

until one day, someone paid her a special attention,
and she promised herself, she would not refuse him,

she married finally the priest, and so the emptiness
from her heart, transferred to the hallways of the church.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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