posted on Jun, 4 2018 @ 08:03 AM
I first saw Patricia while we were in grade school. She never knew I existed.
We had several classes together in high school. She never knew I existed.
We were placed alphabetically at opposite ends of the tables at the prom. She never knew I existed.
She went off to college and got married; I went off to war and got messed up. She never knew I existed.
Her husband cheated and beat her until they divorced. I looked out my window, alone. She never knew I existed.
While moving back home she died; tired and alone. I was not able to attend the funeral. She never knew I existed.
Yes, I could write a story but it hurts too much so I must stop.