I feel I’m adopted.

All I think about is

Reasons I was orphaned.

I feel recollected.

All I can wonder is

Why I was forgotten.

I feel like I’m chosen.

All I can recall is

Where I was not innate.

In truth, I feel token.

All I can wish for is

To have been treasured, prized.

A new song welcomes me

Its chords praise how I heal

I am its fosterling.

Of you, my origin

All I can say for sure

Is that I wasn’t kept.

But I’m receiving overtures from a planet

Of people who aren’t you, so I think I will grow

And stop seeking out your face from within the crowds.

I think I will just… go.