Disillusioned

Family.
Friends.
A partner.


None measure up.
No one seems to try
unless it costs me something.


I am alone —
no hope left,
only the ghost of what I thought was real.


I am thankful for my son.
He is truly wonderful.
I am lucky.
My love for him is endless


Our bond keeps my heart soft
while the adults in my life
are either absent
or shallow as a teaspoon,
their emotional capacity negligible.


Is there life on this planet?
Can I have a real conversation,
a genuine connection
beyond my child?


Perhaps someday.
But I will not hold my breath —
for I would surely die.

☾⋆｡°✩🦇✩°｡⋆☽