Unloved

I look into your eyes.

Without panic, I realize

It’s gone, gone, gone

Your skin still of pure porcelain

Your eyebrow still full in their lines

Your eyes still shine the amber light

But in me, all is done, done, done

You can’t blame me for words you unsaid

You can’t hate me for strings you untouched

You can not shrug decisions you’ve made

You can not bring back what’s unloved.