I imagined it wouldn’t hurt me,

as much as it hurts me now.

The mother that had forgotten me,

I couldn’t seem to forget.

My thoughts swirled like a tornado in my mind.

How could she abandon me?

All those years we lost when I was young;

she never cared,

I always wished.

A longing desire to reconcile came with age.

But those words I planned to say,

they never quite came out.

And now she is gone,

eternally gone.

And I am left with unspoken words and regretful thoughts.