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Person walking through a maze
Photo by Dan Asaki on Unsplash

I am forgotten.
Nobody remembers me.
No mail, visits or money.
I am forgotten.
Nobody cares for me.
No smiles, hugs or sympathy.
I am forgotten.
Nobody misses me.
No calls, pictures or empathy.
I am forgotten.

Why don’t you remember me?

All the letters I’ve written, visitation forms I’ve sent and the money when I was free that I’ve spent?

I never would have forgotten you.

I care for you.

All my smiles are yours, hugs galore and my sympathy too.

I never would have forgotten you.

I miss you.

Call me daily, I’ll send lots of pictures and I’ll empathize with you, try to understand how you’re feeling.

I would never forget about you …

So why am I forgotten?

Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.

Mary Ann Webb is a writer and poet, who also enjoys painting and helping others find self love. She is incarcerated in North Carolina.