The poem

I move through the world
quiet enough to be overlooked,
present enough to be seen.
I take space without asking,
and when I leave,
something in the air lingers.

I am the weight of barely enough,
the pressure of far too much.
A step back when I meant to stay,
opening my eyes when I should have hidden.

I fade for a moment,
then reappear
with an uninvited breath.
Places I swore to avoid
still find me on their ledge.

I keep silent until it turns heavy.
Thoughts live on my tongue
and never find a way out.
Light thins
when I move through it,
leaving imprints on unthought thoughts.

Rooms are bathed in shadows
if I stay.

I am the dream that wakes you at night.
A whisper and a scream.
Invisible, then blinding.

I am everything you need
and never can have.
The poem behind your thoughts,
the words that vanish
the moment you blink.