Spectre

The beauty of having
Always been a ghost,
Is it does not matter
When you are forgotten,
Since you've never become
Accustomed to being remembered.
The acceptance of always being
An afterthought,
Just seems like a part of who you are.
Knowing only that it makes you
Meticulous about treasuring the needs of others,
So they need never
Adjust to this way of thought.
When your favorite color is grey,
Chosen because it accurately portrays
Who you've always been...
A spectre...
Always fading silently into the shadows.
Leaving those around you curiously pondering
What they are forgetting.

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