The Un-noticed

You’re building up your world, brick by heavy brick,

While I count the seconds by the clock’s dull tick.

I’ve made a house of whispers, a sanctuary of blue,

A quiet room of longing, meant for only you.

 

And so, I wait, like the weary, silver moon,

Waiting for the clouds to break and end the afternoon.

I listen for your footsteps—the song my ears crave most,

But find I’m only dancing with a memory or a ghost.

 

I see the lightning in your eyes when you chase a dream,

The summer in your smile, like a golden, rushing beam.

I know the tiny lines that mark your forehead when you think,

I’ve memorized your spirit in every shade and ink.

 

I wish you’d look at me, for a second, maybe two,

Just to know you still remember that I’m standing here with you.

I’m a book upon the shelf that you always meant to read,

A garden that you planted, then forgot to pull the weed.

 

I know you love me deeply, in your own distracted way,

But you let the "us" get lost in the bustle of the day.

My heart is full to breaking, a vessel strained and thin,

I’m terrified of losing all the love I’ve kept within.

 

I hope you turn around before the light has quite withdrawn,

Before the final page is turned... and I am truly gone.

With peace and love,

Snehal