when it ends before it starts

how do you mourn something that was killed even before it began? you were supposed to mourn me the love you felt, the warmth, how it was how it could've been you've grieved for less so how could my leaving not affect you? not even in the slightest bit? how am I the one who's more hurt and still hurt even after all this time did you not feel loved by me? but you did, I know you did call a woman a fool because she believed a man when he talks when will I be enough for myself?