I never thought I'd matter to anyone, until you came along. And changed my perspective of the universe. All those sad nights, talking sense into your wounded heart. You made me feel like I mattered. Years later, you kept calling his name. Yet he never answered, did he? So I told him, instead. I know he loves you, he’s just scared of the spotlight. I know he’s grateful for you. And so am I. Let’s hope one day we’ll reconnect. Thank you, mom.
Maybe one day I’ll write a poetry book. If so, this will definitely be the final poem.