Like a home in a hurricane.
They just leave,
And never look back.
Gone.
And you feel worthless,
Unloved, Unwanted.
You’re expected to go on.
But where do you go?

You can’t help but ask,
Why?
Is this my fault?
Did I do something wrong?
But they don’t care.

Twice a year he gives gifts.
Like an ask for forgiveness,
With no words, no feeling.
Like money makes problems fade away.
But money is a Band-Aid.
It makes everything feel better, look better
Momentarily.
But when it falls off,
You see the oozing, scabbing sore,
That is the truth.

And as you stand there,
Right where he left you,
You watch him move on.
Laughing, Loving, Smiling.
Things you’re not sure you could do again.
But he still never looks back.

Yet, sometimes he tries to make you feel guilty.
Like it is your fault.
Like you didn’t call or you didn’t write.
But he’s just trying to cover the real truth,
What he can’t face:
He hurt you.
He left you.
And now he feels
Regret.

Selfish people do selfish things.