Sorry, I didn’t know if you saw me.
I’m standing right here, yet it’s as if you see right through me
To others who are talking, laughing, friends.
I’m not cool, in vogue, speak da street;
But I’m part of it all, part of existence, part of life.
Yeah, I’m fully aware that I’m not that important anymore-
Kinda figured that one out.
“Hey, do you remember when….”
Oh, sorry, I thought you were looking my way…
So, I go through the memories myself,
Reminiscing over videos and photos,
Over messages, over tweets.
Like the time…
Or what about…
Hey. I have to face the fact that I don’t interest you anymore;
I know you don’t mean it in a malicious or ungrateful way;
I think you’ve just put it all away,
Tightly wrapped, not taken much notice of, left , shoved in the corner.
Maybe, years from now, you’ll unpack it all
And see the fun, the silly faces, letting it trigger off
The wistfulness that comes with time,
That comes from a realisation that you let it go,
Maybe not intentionally, but you did,
Just keeping the bits that seemed more vital to the here and now.
And in that moment, you’ll remember,
Slowly undoing the packages, sneaking a peek.
Maybe then you’ll remember who I am.
Until then, I’ll have to watch, unsure of who I am
And where I stand.