Lip Service 

 

It’s hard being alone

at least for me 

I see folks kissing with promise 

smiling with dignity 

gazing

love drunk 

smitten

cupids arrow is dull

for the most part 

it’s not real 

maybe your elders have stuck it out 

your folks are worn and torn 

a scar 

treated with cheap topical cream 

lip service  

secrets 

the fear of embarrassment 

once the family gets word 

the party is over 

friends turn to enemies 

uncles take a selfish stand 

families unite against the previous loved one 

such wasted calories 

all in the name of previous trust 

respect 

selflessness 

It’s hard being alone 

you miss the feeling you can’t remember 

the touch you’ll never feel 

the dry kiss 

at least for me 

it’s not real