Hostage

Hostage  
She plays the lonely and spurned
lover left at the alter
of an empty church
Sadly reclining on the floor
picking up yesterday’s rice
thrown onto lovers
by well-wishers  
their  divine gifts  
were  each other  
 
shimmering tears
that never made the floor
clutching hands
that never touches hearts
sighs that nobody hear
she is a lovely spirit
waiting for her love  
promises of  endless deep love  
she waits still
 
He sleeps Unaware
In a foreign
Field.