sight and vision are not the same thing
I have noticed that, while your eyes see me
— Your eyes see, sight —
they do not view me, they do not acknowledge
— Your eyes do not process, vision —
your eyes pass over me, avoiding my lingering gaze

I have become faceless, another person in the crowd
a bystander, a spectator, a side note
I long to go back, to be all that your eyes could focus on
a lover, a confidant, a muse

but now I am stuck being the poet,
of a muse that will see me,
but never view me

© E. Orchids