Meetup

Written by: GIDEON GREY

MEETUP

Why can’t you see me?
I sit here so close
Am I invisible?
Or merely a ghost?

A circle of nomads
A wandering tribe
We gather for game night 
To share a good vibe

The words that I utter
Those words which I groom
Leave me here idle
The lonely buffoon

The stroke of your hair
A touch of your hand
Might this be my path?
To the promised land

The sound of your voice
The timbre’s effect
I ask myself often
Might we connect?

I know that I’m lacking
In all that you yearn
How can I please you?
How can I learn?

Why can’t you see me?
I’m sitting quite near
Alas game night’s ending
Till next time my dear