One day, I shall disappear
If one cannot see me there
What space would you fill?
When one has been, already, near.
A true and warm spirit
Muffled by voices of success and clicks
around his soul they shine a false light upon you.
He feels the weight of being the “invisible”
Light exhausted from burning his spirit to keep such on
He gets up to walk away
Feeling that he is the “expendable.”
He’s not angry, nor is he demanding.
He understands the excitement of when people found their “niche.”
He tries to stick around..
even for one more night..
He feels as if a vision of
“Dinner parties and Laughing persons”
attend a party where he is not a part of their click.