Cellophane Man (A Poem)

Why doesn’t she see me?
I’m am a man made of cellophane.
Drifting through life unnoticed.

If she saw me the way I saw her.

I’d be a man made of everything.

Feeling sorry for the man I used to be.

 

The man that smiles no matter what.

Can a cellophane man even smile?

When the mirror reflects nothing but nothing.

 

The burning in my chest.

The cellophane melting around my heart.

Now does she see the cellophane man?

 

Of course not.

Even  my beating heart is transparent.

No one can see it breaking, because no one can see.

 

The cellophane man.