Self-Portrait

I am a spot,

on a blank white page,

Do you notice me?

And if you did, would you care?

What if,

I was the rosy pink

of a dreaded slip of paper,

The vine at the window,

leading the way to midnight clandestine,

The inevitable flight,

holding a lover’s gaze,

longingly.

Then would you notice?

Then would you care?

What if,

I was the last match of a smoker,

feeding a cancerous lung,

A hint of Chanel no.5,

on a cheating husband,

The dark brown voice,

Sentencing death.

Then you would notice.

Then you would care.

How do you measure,

an invisible notion?

You try to be a God,

Among Titans,

But instead, you’re just an insect,

among mortals.

But what if,

You were perhaps

A God among insects.

Even if you didn’t notice,

I would.