My world moves in slow motion

as I walk with a timid gait.

Every day, I examine these unaware souls who wear

carefree smiles and lukewarm hearts.

They stride with confidence.

Time stills as I gaze with a face of blank emotion

at each passing figure.

But you catch my eye.

I walk with you awhile,

admiring your elegant aura.

Your hair falls in golden locks around

your pretty rosy cheeked face.

You're popular around here:

the star athlete of three varsity sports, president of our class, and valedictorian.

You stop in front of your clique.

Their dull conversation blooms as they eagerly greet you.

I linger in front of one of your friends.

Does she see me?

I'm standing here before her.

A mess of frizzy brown hair and black oval framed glasses.

I challenge her to blink twice if she does.

She stares blankly at me and blinks

once.

On to the next friend.

Will he hear me?

I murmur a hello.

I may be quiet, but I can be heard with the songbird voice I have.

I urge him to say something back.

He opens his mouth and

coughs.

One more try.

I hesitantly stand near this last friend.

Does she feel me?

I raise my hand, palm out, slightly above my shoulder.

My fingertips are tough from the up and down movement of

black and white keys.

I urge her to make a move.

She mirrors my motions, reaches out and

swats the air, pushing away dust particles.

I'm unseen, unheard, unfelt -- unlike you.

I glance at you one more time with admiration and jealousy,

then walk away defeated.

I guess mom and dad were right.

I'm just a shadow in your sunlight.