Strangers

In a room
Full of family,
But I’m not
Visible,
I’m transparent.

Muffled voices,
Loud chatter,
Not a word
To understand.

Here to show
Sympathy,
Sorrow.
Only feeling
Despair
Emptiness.

You wander off
Talking,
Reminiscing,
Speaking of a time
Before me.

I sit,
I wait,
Wondering what
I mean to you.

Anything?
Love?
What does it matter?
We all die in the end.

~Carrie Labiak ~