i cannot feel this way about you
just when I’ve reduced you to background noise
you find your way back to me
like that old 80s song that I love
playing on the radio
bringing me back to the way we were
to the way i imagine we could be,
note by bittersweet note
and without a single thought or hesitation
i follow
a heart full of hope,
feckless fool
The attachment wound…if you’re adopted, you might get it…
the ache that bends
till i feel i might snap
visits from time to time
a hollow within
that has existed since
the day you abandoned me
a window, the only light
in a darkened room
full of shadows that frighten
but even more so,
the endless, pathetic quiet
there is no one there,
no voice to soothe and cajole
the ache that bends
feels icy and hot,
defiant and soft
i demand it leave,
to no avail
the ache that bends
until I feel I might snap
and yet,
I never do…
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Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 