i don’t mind
it’s freeing in a sense:
the way i

d i s a p p e a r

being left alone with my eyes
on everyone
around me
as they forget i’m there
and spill their truths

being left alone with my ears,
i listen to their fears
i come and go
and so does my tears

being left alone with my mind
i remind myself
that while my presence might falter
i’m still constant inside.

so i don’t mind.

© Isabella Greeff