Reflections
Monday, July 16, 2018
Invisible
You do not see me come in, nor do you notice when I've left.
Effects of my presence fade away.
Memories do not linger.
In no time it is as if I were not there at all.
Seeing, hearing, feeling.
Lingering.
Forgotten.
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