One day, I shall disappear

If one cannot see me there

What space would you fill?

When one has been, already, near.

A true and warm spirit

Muffled by voices of success and clicks

around his soul they shine a false light upon you.

He feels the weight of being the “invisible”

Light exhausted from burning his spirit to keep such on

He gets up to walk away

Feeling that he is the “expendable.”

He’s not angry, nor is he demanding.

He understands the excitement of when people found their “niche.”

He tries to stick around..

even for one more night..

He feels as if a vision of

“Dinner parties and Laughing persons”

attend a party where he is not a part of their click.