talking in soothing voices, keeping up appearances.
I see them all around me, worrying about details,
making mental notes, looking beautiful as they do.
They're in suits and dresses, wearing them with prowess,
sounding confident and fulfilled, yet seeking.
They don't seek me, but I seek them,
they don't see me but I see them.
They have entanglements, complications and more.
I have no ties just stress and fear of the future,
They must sense my hesitation when I walk by
as I sense their lives when I do.
I am a solitary observer, I take notes, I understand.
I don't say anything that might be too revealing of me.
I'm a part of their everyday, they see me,
but they also don't and they walk away.
