Workers walking frantically.
Buses barge bohemothely.
ignoring the one who's vanishing
the one who has no phone to ring.
Yet the world spins on it's axis
But not even galactic gravity
can cure the plague of invisibility.
Still I see you daily.
to reach to you
as you turn to run from me.
Thus increasing my invisibility.
When I have so much more to give.
And I want so badly just to live.
Another day rolls into night.
chasing the sunlight from our sight.
Yet I remain the vanishing son