The conversation turned awkward with the realization
that I hadn’t been included in the festivities
my friends were reminiscing about.
Smiling faces beamed in the Facebook photos
of a wedding I wasn’t invited to.
The note read,
Your uncle died last month.
I’m so sorry,
we just forgot to let you know …
What do you do when
you feel left out?
A variety of options pop into my head.
Curl up in the fetal position and
suck my proverbial thumb till the hurt goes away …
till the next time or the next trigger reminds me
I’m not enough.
Post my own fun pictures,
Talk about my recent exploits.
Put on my happy face and say it doesn’t matter.
But it does, doesn’t it?
Blast a nasty text or post with tags galore,
but that never goes well.
Even if I get some temporary relief or satisfaction,
a harsh response only causes more hurt
and often bigger regret.
I can run away, but I can rarely outrun the hurt.