The love that never came

                                            “The Love That Never Came”

I searched for warmth in empty skies,

For comfort in a silent room—

The echo of a thousand tries,

The scent of love that never bloomed.

A child heart with open hands,

Held out like branches, bare and thin,

Awaiting rain across dry lands,

A touch, a glance, a whispered kin.

But silence learned to speak instead,

In quiet meals and colder stares,

In every word you never said,

I memorized the vacant air.

How loud it is, the love unfelt,

It hums beneath my skin each day,

A hollow ache I’ve always held,

A song that won’t be played, played.

I stitched my soul with second skin,

Wore armor made of “I’m just fine,”

But underneath, the ache begins

Each time I cross that unseen line—

Where others meet with open hearts,

And kindness flows without a cost,

I stand outside, left in the dark,

A ghost of what was never lost.

Is it so much, to crave a hand?

To want a voice that knows my name?

To be a heart, not just a plan,

To be the flame, not just the frame?

I never learned what closeness means,

Just practiced smiling through the lack,

A stranger in my own routines,

Still waiting for the love held back.