Distant Footsteps
In the quiet a woman was pushing her pram,
Sensing a presence behind her,
she spun around,
But no one was there.
His colleagues looked at the empty chair
Wondering, had he come in today?
He walked the streets,
seen by no one.
A shadowy figure lurking in the grayness,
A meaningless existence, pointless.
Eating dinner with his family his daughter asks,
Mummy, when’s daddy coming home?
Soon dear, he will be here soon.
He looks in the mirror, he sees his reflection,
A face that is invisible to others.
When did he disappear?
His silhouette scarcely fills the vacuum,
Of the space he isn’t able to occupy.
His life is void of life,
just a void.
A needless man living an unnecessary life,
Not really requiring a name, just a number.
One of the many phantoms,
the invisible people,
Who shuffle along the streets,
Leaving no trace of their passage,
Just the emptiness their presence barely fills.