How do I tell them
The ones who bear your face
That you would not provide the most basic love that they deserved
Instead they only know the space you left when you decided not to try
Because "phones work both ways" and I wouldn't carry the burden of your love
I was a child
You were supposed to be my first love, unconditional
In the end
It is you that lose those most
Because you will never know the depth of the love of those who bear your face.
I do.















