Yearning For Lost Love

By my window, I watch their joy,
A mother and daughters, their laughter ringing clear.
Yet my heart bleeds, burdened by memories,
Of a child tortured, lost in silence.

She was too young to bear me,
Her body still a child’s, not yet grown
Her milk was insufficient to nourish me,
And the story of my father remains a mystery.

I inherited her nose, her complexion, not her ways.
When she remarried, she welcomed more to love,
Yet I became the black sheep—
Invisible, even when standing right in front of her.

“This creature shattered my dreams”
These words, like daggers, cut deep within me.
My presence reminded her of my father’s past,
And I paid the debt of hatred, he left behind.

I’m old enough to love but can’t keep it,
Love slips through me, fleeting, and falls.
How can I trust the words I love you,
When even my flesh avoids my gaze?