Standing in line....

I am standing in a line,
waiting for alms from you,
with my arms spread out.
But when you reach me,
you have nothing to give,
for you have already spent your love
on someone else.
Yet I am here day after day,
wearing out my patience and
wearing my heart on my sleeve.
While you profess
you feel nothing for me,
even in your handouts.
I may be a beggar today
for your affection,
but I am seeing cracks in my heart.
One of these days you will
come to me with an armful of gifts.
But I will be no more in the line,
for then there will
be a big gaping hole in my hand.
And my heart would have turned
to stone.