Acquaintances

I miss a place I have never been to. 
Homesick for a hero I never had,
A mom’s embrace I never felt,
A bond never created to be broken.

I see her in the mirror,
in my smile,
on the bitten-away pieces of nails.

I was the second child,
The daughter,
The reward from the divorce
she never got to receive.

She died on a Tuesday,
I never said goodbye.

It is easy to avoid saying goodbye to someone
who I never introduced myself to.