An Homage to the Things I See Out of the Corner of My Eyes

Whether you are my friend or indifferent to my existence, I simply wanted to speak to you, in no formal manner

Just something on my mind, homage might’ve been too strong a word

But I liked the title so I’m sticking with it

But I digress, I wonder what you are

Whether you’re a product of my overactive imagination

Or maybe something more tangible, something crawling around in the darkness

As I walk through the empty rooms of this house

You seem to appear at anytime of day, with no rhyme or reason for your appearance

It seems that you all simply show up, uninvited but not unwanted

I don’t mind you there in the corner of my eyes, you always make me glance a second time

But by then you’re gone

You’ve never bothered me, so I’ve no reason to bother you.

I simply wonder what you are and why you are, But no way to ask, so here’s to you

Things I see out of the corner of my eyes

I like your potentially false existence, I like the scavenger hunt my mind plays on itself

But still I wonder what you are

Some of you have towered over me and seemed like you don’t fit in the room in which you stand

Others so small I’m surprised I can even notice your presence

You’ve never walked into my room but I’ll notice you in the hallway

Or down the stairs

So what are you doing there

Simply watching and wandering

Or something more, not that I’ll ever get an answer

Mainly cause I know you’re not real and only exist in the out fringes of my mind and eyesight

Still I’d like to meet you someday, just to know what you are

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