i spend hours in your dreams
and you still don’t notice me
just as in the awakening
you walk right by my daydreams
not even a turn of the head,
the slightest peruse
i am part of the sentence
you ignore,
the article, the helping verb
the preposition
the fragment in the scheme of things
never your complete thought
i would give my life
just to be a phrase in your peripheral
but the less you see of me
the more i fade into a bookmark
a leaf between your pages
only for show
but shown no affection
i could be an important adjective
for the noun of you
but to you
less is more
and i am more or less
expendable
in your essay eyes
© 2017 erin-cilberto