Your “Why.”

What is it like to find love

What is it like to have the one

And hold your one

Sometimes I dream of the one

But I dream about my death

I ask the doctors what it’s like to have love

as I lie on the operating table waiting for my fate

Waiting for the letter to be signed and then sealed

But I’m not yours

The doctor stops

Dead in his tracks

And pity fills his mind

Shock fills his eyes

And all he says is that it is your “why”

As I remain trapped on the bed 

A wave of relief hovers over me 

It moves  down my body

I feel it in my skin

In my bones

In my heart

And in my mind

I feel like I didn’t miss out

I found the one

But I never found my one