I have to be honest with you. I don’t think I have ever, in my life, felt forlorn.
Hmm. Let me think about that. Have I ever felt desolate or dreary; unhappy or miserable? How about lonely and sad? Forsaken? Hopeless? Bereft? Destitute? Nope, nope, and nope. Never ever have I felt any of those things.
It’s not that I’m a Pollyanna, an excessively cheerful or optimistic person, or anything. It’s just that there hasn’t been any reason for me to feel forlorn about anything.
Oh wait. I take that back. For a brief, wonderful moment, I was in a great mood. Then I remembered who our president is. Now I’m forlorn.
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “forlorn.”