Names No One Calls Me
Some identities fade before they’re ever spoken
I used to think
I was someone.
A brother.
A friend.
A reason
to be missed.
Now
I hear my name
less
each day.
People speak
around me.
Through me.
Over me.
Never to me.
Even the mirror
looks confused.
Like it forgot
who I am
or why I’m here.
I walk
past crowds
and feel
transparent.
Not invisible.
Worse.
Like they see me
but
decide
not to look.
No anger.
No hate.
Just absence.
Just air.
There are names
no one calls me
anymore.
But I still
answer to them
in my head.
Because
that’s where
I still exist.
Where I am
still
someone.
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Hazrat Usman Usman
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