I believe there is a string that ties two people together

And that string can never be cut nor tied to another

But sometimes I worry that my string was forgotten

That the string was tied to me but to no one else

The string just reaches longer and farther than I can keep up with.

I reach my hands as far as my body allows yet I can never find the end

The loose string just piles behind me in a messy heap

While I mindlessly search

How come no one talks about how hard it is for someone

To watch everyone fall in love

While you stand there alone

In the crowd

Surrounded by people

Yet separated?

I love and I lose while others boast their victories high on their shoulders.

I pin a smile to my face and clap to their tunes

Wine glass in hand filled with unshed tears.

I’m happy for them. I truly am.

But I can never ignore the small pang in my heart that never stops to plead,

That my mind acknowledges but can never seem to answer,

When will it be me?