If we, the unloved knew
beginning in childhood
that we’d live the majority
of our adult lives alone
haunted by failed love.
Would there be any of us
still left alive?
I wonder.
Poetry + Memoir + Culture + Mystery + Truth
If we, the unloved knew
beginning in childhood
that we’d live the majority
of our adult lives alone
haunted by failed love.
Would there be any of us
still left alive?
I wonder.
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Very touching poem. Love the words.
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Thanks Kally I’m glad you liked it🙂
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