Existence

Sometimes I wonder if I share the same transparent property as water and air if the frequency of my voice is too low or high to be heard by human ears if I simply vanished would anyone care Perhaps the past forty years have been a dream a nightmare of sheer banality from which I’ll wake with a scream in the middle of the night scaring you from a sound slumber too wrapping your strong arms around me tight assuring me everything will be alright as you soothingly stroke my hair easing me lovingly back to sleep with a gentle kiss upon my forehead as we have a flight to catch first thing the next morning