The plastic halls glow
with glossy sheen
And I reach to touch my
locker safe
But my hand slips right
through
It’s not even my locker.
The grey hazy figures
Rush back and forth in
these reflecting halls
When I realize for the
first time
That I don’t exist.
Wait no, I do, I
remember
While someone catches
my eye
I reach my hand up to
wave hi
I don’t know them.
I realize her hollow
gaze stares over my shoulder
I observe but never
participate
People walk through me,
and I through them
In the murky fog of
these halls.
