Empty gazes
Hopes are fading
Gripping stairwell rails
Pushing and shoving
No one knows where they are going
Now or later
Bags under eyes
Bags on backs
Small complaints litter the hallway like ants in a antfarm
Hushed gossip
Coniving pranks
Laughter lighting the mood
Bell's are ringing
Smiles are shrinking
Goodbyes are being waved
But I still stand on the stairwell
Invisible to everyone
Like everyday before
But if you see me
And happen to wave
That would make my day
But only,
If you see me.
