in meetings you are the facilitator,
allow everyone to have a say,
at your desk you cook up strategies,
thousands depend on your documents,
you drive home to old rock songs,
you write funny things, share pictures
on social networking sites,
you call in groceries, talk to appliances
just so don’t forget words.
the children nod at the food,
the parents eat in front of the tv,
the husband talks through lawyers,
you cry silently in the bathroom,
the mirror is a mute witness.
you can’t say anything to the maid
or she might just leave.
the milkman and the news,
arrive at the doorstep.
the house runs on your magic touch.
the lover prefers long quiet walks
to sweet talk, heads resting on pillows,
and one day you realise, you barely say
anything. in fact you are still invisible.
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