Within and alone

I am the stranger sometimes,

never remembered

never recalled.

I am the lost fragment

of the one stone

that pieced back together

makes the puzzle whole.

You know me.

Standing in a corner by myself,

my hat pulled low

you can see my eyes

from the shadows of my hat

but little else.

Do you remember me?

I was there

standing but no one saw.

I am not the whispers

the quiet desperation

“he was there, over there, I saw him.”

That fear belongs to another shape

another cupped hand.

I am the memory of the echoing hellos.

I am the cupped hand you never see.


if you look closely in the mirror.


Sandler Boggs

The Boggs brother balloon company.

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