I have more memories of being unloved

Than those of being loved.

Not hated or disliked,

Just never have I been loved.

I hadn’t noticed. I’d never cared.

Then one by one I saw them come.

And the boys left. The men walked away.

My eyes followed hungry.

Unloved and never loved.

Memories rush to my eyes.

Flood like tears.

No hurt. Just numb.

Unloved and never loved.