Fleeting Spotlight

Sitting in the café, the light flickers above,

like a spotlight that fades when the curtain drops,

a group bursts into laughter, a punchline that falls,

I recall that day in college, a desperate call.

The outrageous outfit I wore, a riot of colors,

yet somehow I vanished in whispers and murmurs,

I danced on the edge, wanting to be seen,

but like the faint buzz, I lost in between.

Attention a ghost, elusive, unkind,

a craving that twisted and turned in my mind,

I longed for applause but heard only the hum,

what I thought was the start, turned out to be done.