The Eternal Wedding Guest

It was that time of year once more—
To sit, to stare, to play the role.
She’d be a guest, just like before,
And wished it didn’t bruise her soul.

Her heart prepared to ache again—
Or had she grown immune to pain?
Almost thirty-five, still no lover;
Perhaps some hearts are meant to suffer.

It hadn’t always felt this way.
She used to shine, she had her sway—
The glances, gifts, the playful chase—
She never thought she’d lose that place.

The wedding buzz began to swell,
The sky split open, cast its spell.
The bride and groom in grandeur came,
While couples paired with easy aim.

“It’s party time! The boys are waiting,”
Her friends said, laughing, hand-in-hand.
But in her chest, doubt kept pulsating:
Would this year change her lonely stand?

The room was full of charm and brawn—
Tall men in suits, like peacocks drawn.
She watched as friends were swept away,
While joy in her began to fray.

Left behind once more, unseen,
She slipped out quiet, swift, and clean.
And so love’s night came to an end—
With just her phone to play pretend.

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