Love in Action


I hate the holidays.


It's the time of year
to spend time
with your loved ones.


But I don't love anyone
and no one loves me.


Or rather, I don't feel loved.

I've never seen love in action.


I've rarely heard the words,
but the times I have,
they seemed hollow.


I brushed them off because
they felt more like asides
than heartfelt endearments.


I sit in the company of family,
only in relation
not by sentiment. 


The trading of gifts
reminds me how little
I am known by others.


If they truly understood,
they would not present
something so unconnected to me.


I hate the holidays:
the fake smiles,
the pretending to like each other,
the fallacy of it all.

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