The Universe Screwed Up

The Universe screwed up. . .

when it designed me!

Here I am

an old woman of 57

who should be able to be done with

Romantic Jonesing,

with

aching longings,

with lustful dreaming!

Especially when the one and only woman I want is 

a heterosexual grieving widow

who,

if she knew how I felt,

would undoubtedly,

not touch me with a 10 foot pole

and certainly would not love me too!

Yet, I can't stop feeling this way about her,

have to keep it all inside

except dumping it anonymously here

on an obscure corner of the cyberverse, 

and I have

no desire for anyone else

nor can I make myself go there.