Fa d i  n  g     A   w    a    y

Fa d i n g A w a y

A Poem by Chase

A man sits on the bus-
today as every day before.
The passengers around him sit
three seats away
two
and one...
but never in his
though it is empty to them.

Their eyes pass over his existence
as if he were not
e x i s t i n g.

A n d s o h e f a d e d a w a y.

A n d i t r e a p p e a r e d, t o t h e m-

The seat.

© 2017 Chase


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Chase
Chase

Stillwater, MN



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My name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..

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