Disappearing

invisibleman

Disappearing

Have you ever been that person
who, when you walk up to the
cafeteria table, everyone pointedly
doesn’t look at you, doesn’t
meet your eye,
doesn’t make room for you,
even your friends,
or, well, those you thought were your friends,
in fact, crowd in a bit more
so you can’t sit.

Have you ever been that person
who, when you have a party
nobody RSVPs exactly,
though some say, sure they’ll
stop by if they can,
and you’re left with a hundred
canapes and vats of dip
and untasted fondue
because no one showed up.

Have you ever been that person
who, when you tell the joke,
or raise your hand in class,
or volunteer to help,
or comments in an elevator,
everyone else just uncomfortably
looks away, not meeting your
confused eyes.

So many other instances,
I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
Unless you’re the one that
disappeared instead of being there,
or pretended not to hear,
or you were that someone
someone was counting on,
but it was just too hard.

Written for Poetic Asides November Poem-a-Day challenge – prompt, Disappearing.

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