I sit and watch,

The world go by,

A spectator,

A ghost.

I sit and watch

The people go by,

I am invisible to them,

And I don't know why.

I know I exist,

A soul; a heart.

I know I am here,

But their eyes don't see me,

Blank as they are,

They move lifelessly on

As though they don't exist

To each other either.

©The Last Letter