​Weightless whisper

I don’t know who I am anymore.

I could be a tree’s shade,

I could be a dog’s friend,

I could be just an afterthought.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

When stripped down to my silence,

it’s hard to recognize myself.

The quiet is too loud to ignore.

I may as well be the cold tea sitting on the counter,

forgotten by its encounter,

lost its warmth to its surroundings,

waiting to be poured out.

leaving only a stain where it used to be.

I may as well be a balloon accidentally lost by a child,

floating aimlessly into the sky,

observing the clouds as they greet me,

but I burst before I reach them.

So maybe I am just a nobody with no weight,

no light of my own,

drifting through people’s mouths, through a tree’s shade,

or through the dust the wind carries.