You speak in sparks I cannot feel,
A fire meant for someone new.
I reach, but you don’t even reel—
My voice dissolves before it’s through.
You laugh like I am not around,
A shadow fading in your light.
Each silence deeper, more profound,
A quiet war I’ll never fight.
I linger, though you’ve made it clear:
Your world turns fine without my name.
Still, I hold close what wasn’t near—
A losing game I play the same.
The Enlightenment Project 
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