I speak
on a frequency
you can't hear
so I speak
louder
until my voice
disappears.
I raise my hand
but you never call
on me
like I'm imaginary,
a blind spot
no one can see.
I'm not here.
I don't exist.
I'm just a memory
though I'm standing
right here.
Someday
you won't even remember
my name.
Today
you don't remember
me.
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