Torn Dream

She walked the tightrope of her heart
from best friend to the bride
and yet holding a torch for the groom.

Alone, the smile fades and tears flow,
stumbling over the sorrow
until she catches her gown on the edge of a dresser.

Panic presses in the sight of the hole,
her mind races for a solution,
soon finding a needle and thread,
it will be enough for the ceremony
though it will never heal
the hole inside for love that will never be.