I don’t want to be invisible.
I don’t want to fade into my labels,
like windchimes outside your window,
that become still and quiet,
when Mother Nature holds her breath.
I am unnoticed like a homeless person on the street,
that you glance at just long enough to walk around.
You don’t even break your stride,
down the street and around the corner.
You certainly don’t look back.
I cannot even imagine that you think about me,
and how I long to twist our worlds,
to spin on the same axis.
I am only a ghost from a past,
that never had a chance to happen.
I am sad for you.
You never even knew,
someone wanted to love you.

© Etha Walters