K. K.

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Cruel.
It is cruel I am not able to admire the eyes, 
I am so in love with. 
Cruel, I don’t get to hold the hand 
that was caressing me all night. 
Cruel, I have to pretend your laugh 
isn’t my favorite sound. 
Cruel, our family will always 
just consist  of the two of us. 
Cruel, the only white dress I will ever see you in is your nightgown. 
Cruel, I don’t get to express 
my longing for you. 
Cruel, to pretend. 
If our love is wrong, 
Then I shall never be right again.

© K.K. 
January 2023