I'm the unexpected orphan left on someone's doorstep.
I am the lost property that nobody wishes to claim.

I am that sad love story with tattered pages and water stains
that reside on the ground for everyone to see, but no one dare touch.
If anyone acknowledge my damage
they may be held accountable
or worse,
be forced to do something about it.

I didn't get this way on my own.
Love,
or a lack there of,
has done this to me.
Now I'm tattered and worn with nothing to show for it.

*kd