all I wanted was a family;  a tableset for Two to Four where laughter reigned as King, and smiles and hugs were found every day
instead, silence was birthed: what’s wrong with me?

I sift through photographs of my childhood looking at all the faces smiling, yet they are now long gone and only like ghosts of memory

I trace the lines of my palm,maps of fractures and missed connections,each crease a reminderof paths not taken,of doors that never opened

beneath the surface I hourly seek the reason that I am without the tether of kinship, relationship, love, joy and happiness

I wonder,is it me who is broken, and so I face another night in dark silence, hoping somehow I can I find someone before death sweeps me into oblivion