Maybe

I come home.
I go to the side of the house,
open the gate...
Close the gate.
I walk up the deck and go toward
the door. I knock.
once...
twice...
three times.
Is there no one home?
I must be invisible. Making it impossible for
anyone to hear me.
Is this why everyone just walks past me at my
lie?
Is this why no one asks about the tears that fall
everynight, while im at my reality?
Im alone with my invisibility....
Maybe some day people will see my tears.
Maybe some day people will answer my knock at the door.
Maybe, Just, Maybe