Can you see me?

Can you see me? This person in front of you who cares about you? No, of course not, silly me, what was I thinking? Such is life I guess, here one min. and gone the next. Life is just a poor player, who struts himself upon the stage and then is heard again no more. So true. I mean something one second, yet non the next. Those close, are blind, and those who I would love, blinder still. I see you there, loving another and yet i am compelled to be happy that you have found someone, yet i feel the burning that sets in whenever i remember that it is not that you cannot really see me, it's that you really don't want to...but don't worry (I know you won't but still i should say it), few have seen me before, in the past and fewer still now, why should i be so blind as to think that anything else is going to change in the futur. And that is something you know deep in your heart to be true.