Or maybe it never was
Perhaps meant to remain
Unseen Unheard Unfelt
Like the shadow that always is
But devoid of a presence
Never really perceived
Like a mirage
That is never supposed to be acknowledged
Fitting fittingly into the reflection of an irrelevant mirror
That reflects everything and everyone
But never a presence of its own
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A Little Something:
This piece was actually written as a text reply. The reply was prompted from a 3-year old photograph posted by V, clicked during one of our lunch outings.
Since I was the only one who wasn't visible in the photograph, she asked if everyone else was waiting for me (though I am generally punctual and probably never the last one to reach any place 😁). A could find my reflection in the photograph and replied that I was the one clicking the photograph, wearing a mask (🤭). V too...then located my reflection in the mirror (I was right behind C and A).
I would have missed locating myself in that photograph. It was too vague of a presence after all.
That was when I texted this piece as the reply.
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