Disconnected

No one sees me,
I move through this world
a ghost.

My invisibility
of my own making,
humble,
introverted,
unassuming.  

Steps
leaving no markings
of my passage.  

My meals taken
in solitary confinement.  

My fellow employees
less than acquaintances,
me a paper cut out
on the wall.  

Even in the bright lights
of day
I am the shadow
on the ground.

Totally disconnected
from the house
I live in.  

At night
I listen to my wife’s
soft snoring,
wide awake in my

loneliness