The Unseen Friend
I see her there,
Ranting about her day with a grin so rare.
Her eyes fall to me and she looks away,
Like she can't handle the vibe I send her way.
I walk by her hoping she might send a wave of greeting,
But she keeps ranting and avoiding.
She has new friends now, every day is a new adventure to her,
And I am stuck here, rewinding memories of her.
Does she notice that I want to be her friend?
Does she notice that I am in solitude?
Does she notice that I adore her intelligence?
Does she notice that she makes me happy?
Does she notice at all?
I live my days again,
Of being the unknown friend.
I live my traumas again,
Of being the invisible friend.
I live my era again,
of being seen yet, unseen friend.