This is a poem about feeling invisible and almost like you don’t exist.

A drop of tear.

…and what we have made it into…

You were just a player in her game.

Remember playing Boo with your little child?

When the rain stops, we’ll enjoy the season.

Life is so fragile, handle it with care.

Beautiful Lines 46.

It is just a game to you.

You have proven yourself to me time and again.