Invisible at Home

Keys on the table, shoes by the door. Laughter upstairs I don't reach anymore. The fridge still

hums, the hallway's warm. But everything's colder than before. They pass me by,

their eyes look through. I speak but no one hears the truth. I'm the extra plate

they never use. The silence when they change the room. Feels like coming

home to a house that doesn't know that I was gone or I came back. No one's waiting

and that's a fact. Chairs are full but none for me. Words are loud but never reach.

Feels like being lost in the place I'm meant to be. Dinner talk like I'm not there.

They ask but never really care. I smile just right, play my part. But I left this