I am here

Do you see?

Please notice my interest in you

 I’m  a reflection in a glass door

You look but your eyes don’t see

You focus beyond the things that are near


I make believe your interested expression

Has a remote connection with the hollow words I speak

It can ease the pain

Of hearing my thoughts vanish like mist

Beyond the ears of those who do not care

I am no more real to you

Then the faint reflection of the stranger who walks behind.

Your passage is not affected, gaze not altered, stride not broken

My journey ends

At the threshold, through which I can not enter

without an invitation, from the one who doesn’t even know I’m here

                                                                                                                Paul Opp  2003