What They Couldn’t Give Me
they loved me
I know they did
but love
looked different
in their hands
it was protection
not expression
it was presence
not softness
it was doing
not saying
and I grew up
learning how to translate
actions
into something
that felt like love
even when
it didn’t always reach me
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