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,
And I am left with unspoken words and regretful thoughts.
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