I hold our little interactions close to my heart.

We have never truly spoken.

You probably don't bat an eye when I enter a room.

At least, not like my eye is trained to detect you anywhere.

How it can see that it's you simply by the way you walk.

To you though, I'm nothing.

And I don't blame you.

It's not like I'm anyone special.

Why would you notice me?

My hope still lingers though.

Do you ever observe, as I do,

How often we cross paths?

How many coincidences leave us in the same room?

Maybe that's all they are though

Coincidences.

And now it feels as if you are a million miles away.

Nothing I hear of your name is good.

I rarely even see your face.

Yet for some reason my hope is still there.

Am I delusional?

Please tell me I am not invisible to you.