Too hard to say I love you.
So I'm feeling like an old woman
reminiscing on her life,
looking back on what should have
even what could have been.
Thinking about what was missing
who was important
and all that was not
Reflection complete with hind-sight.
She is left not with regret
as much as sadness
A great rush of feelings floods her memories
Wishing not upon a star but on something much more
Drawing from an abyss of hurt and anger, she ponders
Although knowing she was never unloved, rarely felt anything
but just that. A terrible word that no one should know
the meaning of--unloved.
If only for the lack of saying so...
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