“Mother, I have made it home.”
She doesn't know she’s not alone
“Mother, won't you look at me!”
How strange that she cannot see
“Father, did you watch the game?”
He seemed to not remember my name
“Father, can we take a stroll?”
This was starting to take a toll
“Friend, let’s drink wine and dance!”
Do I not deserve a second glance?
“Friend, what's gotten into you?”
I was blind to what was true
I am just a floating mass
Of consciousness and ghostly gas
Try as I may for them to see
Invisible is all I'll ever be
I walked amongst the many faces
Foregoing any social graces
Until I saw a man walk by
That seemed to catch me in his eye
“Stranger, do you hear my voice?”
Was it just me, or did he rejoice?
“Stranger, do you feel my touch?”
He answered with a loving clutch
We saw each other clear as day
Hand in hand we drifted away
While the world forgot our faces
Our love filled the missing spaces
About the Creator
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A Little Piece of Sunshine
I watched as you both walked towards me. You, I of course was quite familiar. Your smell, the way you always sang, and the impatient voice you had when frustration seeped in. But this new human, this girl that seemed to smile far too wide for my liking. Why was she bouncing towards me? I was quiet and thoughtful as we made our way to the beach. Once you left, the cold of the ocean became more apparent. My clock seemed to push onwards, but much too slow. And suddenly both of you were back, and seemingly grateful that I could shelter you from the elements. But no words of thanks were uttered that night. Or any other night. As the girl's presence became more frequent, my disdain for the lack of appreciation began to slowly melt. Until just a small puddle of sadness remained. A sadness that rooted in your lack of attention, your lack of love. I was once this bright yellow piece of sunshine. But she became your sunshine, and I became a mere glow.
By Sam Lovegood4 years ago in Poets
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