Alone

I was the kid with a friendly smile, the one who waved, who stayed awhile. But hands reached past me, eyes looked through, like I was there—yet never knew.

I was the dreamer, heart so wide, but love was something left outside. Not forgotten, not recalled, just a name that meant nothing at all.

I tried to stand, to make them see, but they just took, and emptied me. No voice, no weight, no tethered ties, just someone lost behind their eyes.

They knew my name but never spoke, a ghost who lived, a quiet joke. There in halls, in passing sights, a shadow dimmed by brighter lights.

And now I fade, just as I came, without a spark, without a name. For if I lived like I was none, then let me go—like I was gone.