Lucky Poem by Desiree Whitamore

You're lucky you guys are still close.
We were close.
But, I didn't see him that much.
He walked away when I was too young and too vulnerable to understand.
He found someone else. Someone else that made him happier then I did.
I still miss him, it's been years, but I still remember the pain.
Sometimes I let my mind wander to the forbidden field of memories.
You don't understand, you guys are there for each other.
I didn't think his heart could dish out any more rejection than it already had.
You're lucky you've never had a night where you can't sleep because of your tears.
Your lucky you mother doesn't question herself and doesn't blame herself.
No, you're lucky.
I'm not. You have your dad. Mine? well I never really had a chance to have mine.