That Girl Who Never Existed (at all)

She let you in again,


arms wide open.


But you hid her from your world —


like she didn’t exist


at all.

Never existed at all…

She remembers when you asked her


to come over —


only when your family


wasn’t there.

They never knew her name.


Never knew you had her


in your life.


Never knew there was someone


who cared about their son —

who loved their son


like she could reach


the moon and stars.

Nor your friends.


Your mates.


Your sister?


Your dear mum.

She knows they would’ve loved her.


They would’ve been proud,


grateful.


But you took that away


from her.

She wonders if you ever


talked about her.


If your eyes light up


when you say her name.


If you ever told them her favorite things:

The meal she made you.


Her white platform boots —


the ones you hated


but still laughed at


when she wore them.

The way she giggled at little things.


The way she caressed you.


Held you with gentle hands.


Spoke to you softly.

Everything.

Your world never knew about her,


but hers knew all about you.


She spoke of you


like you were her own moon


in her little world.

But you never did.

She trusted your timing —


until it never happened.

She was broken,


broken by the love she thought you had.

But your world kept spinning.

She’s always been that ghost

in your own world

that girl who has been destroyed

silently…

by giving her own world

Because she never existed at all...

But her love.