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In the shadow


never THE mom


or THE dad


just the substitute.


Love like they are your own


honest and pure


You are not their own


They have their own.


On the bench.


That’s where you sit


You are not the first string.


It’s OK for a while, it’s not a competition.


It’s your heart.


Your love.


This is your ready made family.


And it’s not yours.


It’s theirs. Their Mom. Their Dad.


But divorced.


Extra wheel.


That’s you. That’s me.


You only need an extra wheel


When the others aren’t good.


But just for a little while.


You are easily replaced.


You are not one of them.


Can anyone see this but me?


Who do you talk to?


How do you discuss your pain?


What do you do with your hurt?


When they all stand together in one place


it’s random, a birthday party, a school conference


where do you stand.


Alone.

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