Grieving for Love

I love my dad,
but my dad loves spending time with his friends.

I love my mom,
but my mom loves to gossip about others.

I love my aunty,
but she always seems to love my elder sister more.

And me?
I sit here, lonely —
longing for love, especially a parent's love.
Grieving quietly,
waiting for someone to notice.

Sometimes, being alone
feels better than being with those
who don’t see your worth.

But sometimes,
all I need is the love
I never got as a child.
My inner child still aches for it,
but I keep my feelings hidden.

Still,
this, too, shall pass.

Divyasri