Bystander

It’s not your fault I’m not there

You didn’t do anything wrong

I’m sorry you’ll never meet me

Only the performing mask

My dear niece, I wish I could say

Your aunt, not your uncle loves you

No one speaks of me anymore

Innocent niece, made bystander

From things unsaid

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This piece was written for a prompt from the QVV Facebook group, "Craft a poem with 50 words about unsaid things. Things you've wanted to say but haven't, good or bad." So I wrote a poem to my niece who is not allowed to know me as Aunt or as Savannah, and this poem speaks to the things unsaid to her about why I'm not around in her life anymore.

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