WinterBunny
The Ache
Did you love me?
Did you think of me at all?
How I wish I knew you.
Now I never will.
Never will I hear my name from your lips.
Never will I give you a hug.
I wish I knew your voice.
Wish I had memories to call my own.
All I know now is the memories of others.
Their opinions, their stories.
Are they true?
How I wish you could tell me the way it really was.
Were you tall?
Did you like stories?
Did you find school as bothersome as I do?
Was I a mistake to you? Something never meant to happen?
Why?
Why weren’t you there for me?
Why didn’t you teach me how to ride a bike?
Why didn’t you teach me how to drive?
Now you won’t even see me graduate.
Why didn’t you come to me when you had the chance?
I miss you even though I never knew you.
The absence you left in my heart is something no one else can fill.
I feel it every day.
What if you had come?
I cry for what I lost.
For what I wanted and still want.
The worst is, I will never know why.
Surely you felt something when you held me that first time?
Or were you disgusted by what you had done?
It’s so hard to tell in that picture. . .
It’s all I have left.
All I ever had.