Out of frame

I’m the shadow on the edge of your light,

A quiet echo in the silence of night.

They say the world’s a stage, but I’m not in the play,

I’m just the audience, fading away.

I’m the smile in the crowd, the hand that waves goodbye,

The one who cheers you on, but never gets to fly.

I’m happy for your sun, though I’m drenched in rain,

Watching life unfold, always out of frame.

I’ve got stories, but they’re locked in my chest,

Words I whisper, but they’re never addressed.

Every glance I catch, just slips through the seams

I’m the ghost of their lives, haunting my dreams.

I’m the smile in the crowd, the hand that waves goodbye,

The one who cheers you on, but never gets to fly

I’m happy for your sun, though I’m drenched in rain,

Watching life unfold, always out of frame.

And I try to find my place in the lines they write,

But the ink runs dry in the pale moonlight.

I’m a chorus with no verse, a song without a name,

Drifting through the noise, always out of frame.

I’m the smile in the crowd, the hand that waves goodbye,

The one who cheers you on, but never gets to fly.

I’m happy for your sun, though I’m drenched in rain,

Watching life unfold, always out of frame.

Maybe one day, I’ll step into the scene

Find a place where I’m more than unseen.

But for now, I’ll stay where the shadows remain,

A heart on the sidelines, always out of frame.