Invisible People

Invisible people
Stored in memory banks
Can not hear you
Nor respond

Try as you might
Though they may be
In an adjacent dimension
It is like talking to a wall

It may be comforting
Perhaps even bring solace
But in actual reality
“They” are not “there”

Just fragmented figments
Of imaginations gone wild
Shining no light on that
Which is very recondite

As long as I’m theorizing
Have a self conversation
With someone who’s not there
Is “their voice” yours or theirs?


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin