Last Name

Don’t ask me how I’m doing
It is at last a bad feeling
While you became a divergent
I was left alone to vent

When you were here and there
It was still like nowhere
Maybe that I was a second
Probably, nothing to reckon

I fell on my face many a time
Yet I wasn’t ever a paradigm
Never did I have your shoulder
And my cries just became bolder

It broke my heart to lose you
But it wasn’t something new
Not that you cared what I became
I have none of you, but a last name!

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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