Unseen

I sit back, unseen,  
in the shadows of your lives,  
watching the threads  
that pull you—fragile, messy things—  
tangle and twist.

I don’t need to speak,  
don’t need to be seen,  
I’m here to catch the moments  
when you think you’re invisible—  
that’s when the truth slips through.

Patterns emerge in the chaos,  
a heartbeat’s hesitation,  
the flicker in the eye  
before you hide the secret,  
before you lie to yourself.

You move,  
like marionettes  
dancing on a stage  
no one owns.

But I own the silence,  
I own the space between your words,  
the pause before you act,  
the glitch in the matrix  
that no one notices  
but me.

And maybe that’s enough.

NP