I.
I watch them go without me,
their laughter fading
somewhere I cannot follow.
Another evening becomes a memory
before I have even lived it.
II.
And when I cannot come,
I imagine the empty space
where I should have been –
the joke I didn't hear,
the picture I wasn't in.
III.
“You can do it with us again sometime,”
you tell me,
and I want to believe you.
But it still hurts
because I wanted that time.
IV.
Because “again”
is never quite the same.
The same movie,
the same place,
the same people –
but not the same moment.
V.
And eventually,
you forget you promised.
I don't remind you.
I just watch another moment pass,
quietly afraid
of how many more I'll miss.
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The Skeptic (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Being excluded never feels good. The question of why me? Is there something wrong that others don't want me. This write encapsulates the feelings of sadness and rejection. A poem of not being wanted and its pain. Well done my friend.
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What a tender piece, my friend. The fear here is not just missing out...it is slowly becoming absent from moments you deeply wanted to share. That lands with a real ache. Wonderful write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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