alone in the silence

In the crowded room,

I stand a silent island,

waves of laughter surge,

washing over me,

the swell of warm voices

sinks,

around me,

leaving only echoes—

a whispering breeze,

unheard,

unseen,

I reach out,

fingers slipping through shadows,

searching for connection,

but they dance,

twirl in a vibrant carousel,

while I watch, a ghost,

a forgotten note

in a melody that forgets its tune,

the silence deepens,

like dusk folding in,

my heart a quiet star,

yearning to be part of the constellation,

lost in the dark,

seeking light,

yet only the chill

of unheeded breaths

wraps around me.