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by BOB GALLO Jul 2, 2025 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I don’t know why I am nobody. But you do. And that is why I am nobody. You never said it. You never had to. The absence of your word was louder than my presence and any name I might have had. You looked through me like a ghost who hadn’t yet earned the right to haunt. You taught me silence not as peace but as place: a corner, a shadow, a room left out of the house. And I stood there, half-formed, half-heard, wondering if breath could count as presence. What was I but the echo of your indifference? A body shaped by what you would not touch, a name you never bothered to forget. Now when I speak, it’s only to ask if I am real enough to vanish.