In the crowded room,
I stand a silent island,
waves of laughter surge,
washing over me,
the swell of warm voices
sinks,
around me,
leaving only echoes—
a whispering breeze,
unheard,
unseen,
I reach out,
fingers slipping through shadows,
searching for connection,
but they dance,
twirl in a vibrant carousel,
while I watch, a ghost,
a forgotten note
in a melody that forgets its tune,
the silence deepens,
like dusk folding in,
my heart a quiet star,
yearning to be part of the constellation,
lost in the dark,
seeking light,
yet only the chill
of unheeded breaths
wraps around me.
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