Ghostly

I shuffle room to room

I hear a voice from one side of the house

Childish laughter from another

I see eyes glancing my way

Whispers floating through the air

They seemingly go in my direction

But I can’t catch either of them

For though I’m surrounded

I’m invisible

Unseen

Passed by

Unheard

Visibly forgotten

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