Dragonfly girl

I am the sound of
flapping wings
when no birds
are seen.

I am backdrop,
waiting in alcove
for a cue that has
never come.

I recognize the
vague expression when
I say my name
for the third time
but my ego has been
checked so many times
I can only surrender a
smile of compliance.

Was there ever
a time I wasn’t
easily forgotten?

I am a walk on,
a sideways glance,
a choked confession
moments too late.

Perhaps if I
took the time
to reinvent
myself I would
be able to
leave more

I can’t help
but to beg to
scar this world
in the worse
possible way
just to be