I know you’re here, even though, you’re oh so quiet. I know your next breath, followed by a muffled thought.
I know you passed me, invisibly leaving your undecisive scent…but you are not invisible. Not to me. It must be frustrating that I know all the things you try to hide.
I know you sit outside my house mustering a you that won’t listen. I know you drive around pointlessly, hoping to catch a glimpse. I know you read everything and I know why you remain background noise.
I know. And I smile because you don’t.