Window

The invisible

I sit there. I

Am always there every day. I

Am over looked every day.  I

Only rarely hear my name.  And then I

Find that they spoke to another Nick.  I

Am the store window.  I

Am passed every day but no one ever looks.  I

Receive, every so often, a glance but, like a window, I

Realize that what they stare at is not me but someone on the other side of me.  I

Am there, unnoticed.  I

Am seen through, unnoticed.  I

Am there, every day but most of the time no one notices.