Paper Thin, Just Less

The park, a sudden burst of sound,

of bodies moving, bright and fast.

I felt my edges, almost drowned,

a feeling too intense to last.

Not gone, no. Just less. To shrink

into the space between two leaves.

To let the noise, the human ink

of life, pass by without relief

or burden. To become so slight

the air forgets I'm even here.

To filter out the searing light,

the constant hum, the growing fear

of being seen, of being asked.

Just a thin absence, a soft blur

at the periphery. Untasked,

unheard, no need to interpose, or stir.