The nobodies

She is a caged animal
she is a weeping tree
she sits alone in the dark without the stars or moon.
she is nobody

he watches happy couples with rosy cheeks,
he hears warm laughter that sound like merry bells ringing 
he waits for love to come, to himself, and for him to give to others.
he is nobody

They yearn to hold another's hand and look deep into their eyes
they want to feel pure sunshine on their skin and walk so their feet don't touch the ground 
they look up to the moon and only wish to trace its cold surface, to drink fading starlight and the night sky and hope to be born anew-
they are nobody

I sleep and dream of the future, in all its bittersweet loveliness,
I awake and relive the past with the upmost clarity,
I remain invisible to prying eyes. 
I am nobody.

We make pallets from our masks
we make canvases from our tears 
we spin and twist our emotions into real, wraithing and swirling things,
and no one sees.

So she still sits alone in the dark.
So he still waits for love to come.
So they still wish to reach the clouds.
So I still close my eyes and let the tears flow

And so we are all Nobodies.
At least we have each other.