You didn’t want me.
You never said that;
you didn’t have to.
Your actions spoke
powerfully enough.
I guess I left you little choice
so you grew to know me
to love me
even though it wasn’t what you really wanted.
The path you’d hoped for
surely would have involved me
not at all.

I didn’t mind.
It didn’t bother me
to know I was unwanted.
I looked for ways
to find satisfaction
despite that
and I found satisfaction
occasionally.

It would have been nice
had you wanted me
I suppose
and it would have been good
had I told you directly.