Sometimes a missed disappointment slips through the cracks,
Scraping from memory what’s hidden in the tracks.
One small sentence echoes from the deep,
Rising in the throat, the secrets I should keep.

She says she never really got to know me well,
And there’s nothing to regret in this hollow shell.
Perhaps she’d lie awake at night, shaking with fear,
I won't fill the void she’s been holding near.

The other one calls too, a ghost from the net,
Whining about a life she wants to forget.
I could never explain to a woman's face,
That I’m fine alone, unwanted in love’s embrace.






































































adopted foundling