Fruit Salad

Make sense, it does not
I will not try to elaborate

I miss the smell of yellowed books
I miss the sound of overlapping chatter

I was the background
Zoned I seemed, but there I was

And did remain

Somehow I never thought I would but..
I miss being ignored

At least it was something

Now I am air, so breathe me but do not acknowledge my existence

I am past tense
I am lost

Still I wait

Silence is my closest sibling

Pain is my safety blanket...