Loss.

"At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has only three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it." 
 -Memoirs of  Geisha

There's some that say they read my writings, yet unbeknownst to them, I can see they haven't.

I'm beginning to realize that I am like the poet of "Loss." Etching within the stone what only I can understand. I see now that though I long to be held I also need to be alone as I speak in a language no one could understand.

Those who were given a chance and did not take it, months later, will no longer have it. My voice is being heard by only a few and it's those few who decided to listen that will still hear it.