I See You

I know you’re there

You exist out of the corner of my eye.

Always there, waiting. Silently demanding attention. I don’t want to acknowledge you.

You’re patient in your ability to wait indefinitely, even as many ignore you. They see you in their periphery too, but pretend they don’t. It’s easier that way.

You’re ignored by middle-aged men and pre-pubescent children. But I see you. this middle-aged woman who knows you’re there but wishes you weren’t.

This, because your mere presence reminds me of the never-ending cycle of engaging with your sort, with no chance of appreciation or thanks.

Will I finally acknowledge you? You know I will. I can’t resist. It’s not right that you’re ignored. You experience this slight daily, yet you persevere.

I see you out of the corner of my eye, and I will tend to you. I care, even if no one else around here does.