By Abigail J. Swanson
you used to be invisible
walked past
talk uninterrupted
learned plans
after they happened
you stood alone
or fringed groups
nodded as members shared one with another
now look at you
out of the chrysalis, a regular butterfly
flocked by friends. Always
ask your opinion
seek your laughter
you know the wheres and whens of every plan
if you didn’t make them, they were made with you in mind.
I see who you’ve become,
but my cornered smile falls
because when you were invisible
you were invisible
with me.
About the author
Abigail J. Swanson has an MBA, presented at the Sigma Tau Delta International Convention in 2022 and 2023, and edited the 2021 edition of Tenth Street Miscellany. She writes across all genres and is currently teaching English as a second language in the middle east. Abigail loves cheesecake and climbing trees.
Email: abigail0swanson@gmail.com