“Seen”
Sometimes I forget
That I’m real.
Sometimes, I’ll stare-
At someone’s head,
A window,
A book,
A screen,
A pencil,
Or a marker,
And I’ll wander
To a different place.
In those moments,
I forget
That I’m tangible,
Visible,
And people can hear me.
Sometimes, though,
It’s just that.
Hearing,
But never listening.
Seeing, but never seeing.
Sometimes I forget,
That I’m not
A fragmented and shattered
Collective of people’s imagination.
Though
I wish I were.
