Your invisible friend.

Your invisible friend.

He was invisible.

Here and there,

But not anywhere

In particular.

Part of the story,

But not essential.

A watcher not a

Dancer.

Never central.

A peripheral figure.

Barely known.

Often given

To circularity.

A muddled thinker,

Lacking clarity.

Stumbling through

Meandering tales,

With little focus.

Barely registering

A semblance,

Of remembrance,

When it came

To adding up

His impact.

Little wonder,

He could disappear

So easily,

Barely causing a ripple,

As he blended

Into the shadows.

His profile so

Difficult to follow.

He had hidden it

So effectively,

Barely giving

Anything away.

It was too easy

To forget,

Such absence

Can be missed

Once gone.

Left with

Not knowing

What it was he got

From disassociation.

And whether

It was enough.

What was that

Lingering expression

He always wore?

A little bit less,

Sometimes more,

Insouciance?

Or merely

Thinly disguised

Desperation?

And you let him go

Without getting to know.

Funny how,

You think more

About him now,

Than you did before,

How strange is that?