no bitterness

she holds no bitterness

they all put in her a box

those who are supposed to be her home

those who’ve “known” her for the longest

they don’t care,

to know

to acknowledge

to see beyond what they’d expect

and she

speaks of them,

each of them,

with overflowing respect

love

and yearning

all that feeling

unreciprocated

and she,

holds no bitterness.

she doesn’t feel like a saint though,

she, deep down, worries,

that they may be right

to not care