So it seems as though I'm just a ghost,
Hovering just slightly above the ground,
Behind those who actually matter,
Quietly Observing.
So it appears that I'm invisible,
Being ignored by those I once knew,
Existing, but just barely,
Silently Moving.
So it is so; I am an invisible ghost,
Floating and gliding alongside
Those who used to acknowledge me,
Ignorantly Existing.
[[Just a small poem that isn't "Gallery" worthy, but how I've been feeling lately. Wanted to write it in a poem instead of a journal ]]
