The words escaping my lips are bubbles racing to the surface.
The more they come,
the further they reach,
increasing their insignificance.
I speak with such love,
such enthusiasm;
my hands moving about;
my eyes filled with lively passion.
Yet ears fall short.
They do not hear me,
and they do not listen.
That twinkle of joy fades.
Hands fall back into my lap.
The smile of pleasant conversation runs away to another.
Still;
No body notices a change.
As if I was never there.
Why am I there?