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I live invisible.
In a world distracted and deceived.
I walk quietly through corridors, unnoticed.
Blank smiles and polite are-you-ok-s.
But no one sees.
Me.

My words melt silently,
like snowflakes on cold, wet ground.
My unshown photographs – unseen –
gather like fallen autumn leaves
that once held meaning.

My fellow humans live beyond my horizon.
And I’m the ghost,
both haunting and haunted.

One little heart jumps when I walk through the door.
Arms stretched for cuddles and wet, sticky kisses.
I am needed here.
For now.