They laugh, hands brushing hands,
Eyes meeting where I am not.
I sit in the empty space between them,
A shadow stretched thin,
Echoing nothing.
I reach,
But my voice curls back,
Ignored, untouched,
A ghost at the edges of their warmth.
I am here.
And yet, I am not.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
