"Over here"... but nothing. The scene continues unabated by my presence. Plastic smiles and lustful eyes bountiful but not for me..never me. In the mirror' s unforgiving gaze I am unrecognizable Replaced with a crude rendering of my previous likeness fashioned by children with lumpy imperfect clay. Silence replaces loving laughter that used to follow my witty banter. Silence and stares. Sympathetic stares tinged with smugness and fear. "Over here...over here..." still nothing.
I recently received a message from a composer named joe drzewiecki who was interested in putting this poem to music. Here are the results. I didnt know my words could sound so good. Thank you joe drzewiecki, I am flattered.