Invisible

Don't mind me.

I'm the one you can't see,

the one you don't know--

you've never really known--

and you never will.

Maybe you're missing out on something.

Something special.

Something about me

that you just might love--

and fall in love with--

if only you noticed.

And then again,

maybe there's nothing at all.

It would fulfill my deepest dream,

my longing,

my craving,

for you to take me in your arms.

Clasp my hand in yours,

look to me tenderly,

notice the fairer features of my face.

That is my wish.

I shall nothave it.

Nonetheless,

I should be immensely happy

if only you would take notice--

greet me

before I greet you--

without my having to stand before you

wave my hand in front of your face

and make enough of a spectacle

for you to bring your head out of the clouds.

Say hello.

A nod of recognition, even!

It would be enough.

We are friends,

after all.

Nothing more,

never more,

but friends all the same.

But it shall not happen,

it cannot happen.

Woe to me,

it is impossible.

For who could ever notice me?

I'm invisible.