I Cried Today

I cried today.
I cried for someone
I never met--
for someone who
never existed,
except in imagination--
the imagination of
the writer, the actor, the director.
I cried for her past
and for her present.
I cried for her
yet I cannot cry for me.
I cannot cry my own pain.
I cannot heal my own aches,
the pain I feel--
resentment
anger
bitterness
all for the one
who was supposed to love me.