Unloved

I have loved, been loved and witnessed love

In its purest, most beautitiful form

But this day is unlike any other.

I am alive, but dead.

My most vulnerable heart on display

Dismissed, neglected, untouched.

Perhaps a kiss, a hug, a handshake

To spark a tingling memory of

A newborn’s first glance at its mother,

Touching lips under moonlit skies,

A ride home from the shelter

With a new, furry friend.

I am lost

In crowded streets with vacant souls

This feeling of frustration and longing

Overwhelms my entire being.

Do they not feel it too?

This loneliness, this emptiness

Of an unloved life. . .