I'm in the room, and it's like I'm not there,
No one sees me, sitting in the next chair.
It's my doing; I'm here, not quite gone,
Good as a ghost that just needs to move on.
No eye contact, and nothing to be said,
Blank expressions that cannot be read,
Broken hearted, I once wanted to stay,
Now we just wait for the time to go away.
Oh sadness in the air, much like a dark cloud,
Plenty to be felt, and nothing said out loud,
Painful, these moments; easier to ignore,
Until the final time I walk out that door.
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