By Barbara Ward

Why can’t you see me?

Shall I stand naked before you

Until you notice?

Why can’t you hear me?

Shall I shout out you name

Until you answer me

Why can’t you feel my presence?

Shall I hover over you

Like a bee to a flower

Sipping at your nectar

Shall I walk away?

Out of sight – out of mind

Longing to be missed by you

Would you?

I dare not ask

For surely it would break my heart

To know you simply would not

Just another face in the crowd

That’s invisible