Invisible Me

I want to fade out for a while.

I never used to get the draw of being invisible...

now I do.

Just for a while. 

Just until the earth rotates enough.

Just until the leaves fall and ground thaws a few times in a row.

Maybe that's why

people disappear - whether in real life or from a Facebook profile - 

they want to know if their absence

means anything

to anyone

or if their presence 

actually makes a damn sight of difference

to the people they love

and if the people they love

love the invisible people as much

as the invisible people

love them.

There is no space to fall

and human arms always collapse under an unexpected weight.

They prefer we be invisible -

invisible things are always easier to bear.

Maybe it's because

I have known an ache and loss and yearning hole

for so many.

I know my own mind. 
I know I would miss you.

I've been broken a billion times and own my tears

but I often wonder

how long, how hard

how sad

if I were to simply loose my grip on gravity

would anyone realize

would anyone try to stop me

from floating into space?

No.

Our hands are too slow.

Our grip is too weak.

Fall.

I dare you.

Fall with eyes wide open.

See who catches you.

Yet divinity always stops me short

when no one else sees me

when no one hears

the unspoken scream

of desperation

and rests its forehead to mine

with a message

carried gently in the palm of the universe

and softly breathed

into my lungs:

"Do not put your trust in princes, 
in human beings, 
who cannot save."