I float down streets;
Drift into the marketplace
People pass me on their way
To where ever they go
They don't see me
As I drift

Unseen was the lies and deceit

The e-mails, letters and pictures were neat

It's really too bad they weren't for me

I would

It was a quiet day,

but tension bubbled

just under the surface.

The sky was clear

but dark clouds

moved across the surface.

A parent's love is what is unseen

It is there to pick up the pieces when a child is sad

It is there in the lunches carefully

Unseen, are the emotions that you express
The way you sit, without trying to impress
I envy that you don't show me how you