Who am I?

feeling Invisible in today's world.

There they are, sat on comfy seats. They look at and talk to each other.
“Did you hear that?” They spoke.
Did you hear me....
Did you hear that? They asked again.
“ heard something ” some of them replied.
“Did you see that?” pointing to a corner of the room. They asked.
Did they see me....
“I think I saw something” one replied.
It looked like the shadow moved, didn’t it?”
“Yes, I saw it move!” One exclaimed.
Did they really see me.... I hold my breath, hope swelling inside me....
“Is anyone there?” They all ask
I am.... I whisper...
“I can’t hear it now” they all said as they shake their heads.
I say it louder “I am!!!!”
I move and I shout, “I am here!”
They look straight at me....
They stare but they look through me......
It’s probably just the wind they say, losing interest.
Just a little breeze....
“Nothing really there” one says as they depart the room.
Just the wind.... is that what I am?
Am I invisible....
Just a light breeze, a gust of wind, a shadow, not really there. No more than a memory slowly fading away.
A whisper of what was and what could have been.
A sliver of a soul that drifts on the edge of one’s sight, it’s there but isn’t there.
And so I ask myself again, as there is no one else to ask. Who was I.... Who am I....


Written by G. Oldland.

Author's Note

This came to me while I was walking. It's random. I'm a novice writer I would like all feedback in how to improve it. Happy to make changes.
I have written a second one in reply to