There’s no space anymore,
Just noises and people.
And I, I’m in the gaps,
In the pauses between words,
In the silent sighs and unseen tears,
I’m in the by-lanes and turns no one takes,
I’m in the breaks in sobs,
I’m the one in traffic,
Who thinks he can slink by without anyone noticing,
I’m the stuff they write in brackets in screenplays,
I’m the aside, the prop behind the real show,
I’m in the nervous shaking hands and shuffling feet,
I’m the candlelight in an electrically lit room,
I’m the tiny, tiny sliver of glass that no one swept away when the vase broke.
I’m the silent breakdown no one knows about.
I’m the things that go unnoticed,
But matter nonetheless.