Was it all my imagination?
All that time
I thought you cared about me
But maybe you only cared
about how I made you feel
how I helped you
how I listened to you
how it was always a focus
on you you you
Did you even know me?
Did you even like me?
for me?
There were times
I did share things with you
I did talk about my feelings
my hopes and my dreams
I know it wasn’t all bad
Sometimes you cared,
right?
Why do I miss you?
Do I really, or
Do I miss being needed
and taking care of you
So why do I miss you?
Why does my heart ache?
I don’t think I ever felt valued
for being me
only for what I did for you
Or
is that just the reaction I feel
the color of the memories
in my grief
Know My Worth 
Very sweet and nice
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I understand this grief~ you write lovely and sentimentality which is transparent and, that’s unusual ~ thank you ~Sincerely Deborah
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Thank you so much Deborah for your kind words and reading!
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sadness, but great effort put into the love that at least one can take comfort from
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Yes, comfort is key. Thanks for reading.
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