I couldn’t see it
I could not touch
I want to feel it
Very much
Nothing’s so invisible
As this invisible thing
It does not respect you
For the gifts you bring
It does not cry
It does not care
It is nothing
It isn’t there
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
I couldn’t see it
I could not touch
I want to feel it
Very much
Nothing’s so invisible
As this invisible thing
It does not respect you
For the gifts you bring
It does not cry
It does not care
It is nothing
It isn’t there