I’m as subtle as the letter ‘b’ in subtle. I’m right here, but you can’t hear me.

I’m the speck in the minimal art that hangs in your bedroom. I’m right there but you can’t see me.

I’m the fragrance of the leaf blade in a bouquet of a dozen roses. I’m right there but you can’t smell me.

I’m the full stop at the end of a ten thousand word essay. I’m right there but you don’t read me.

I am that one moment in your life which made you feel truly alive. I’m right there somewhere in your subconscious mind, but your memory fails you.

I’m that one moment when you faced death in your face.I’m right there but you’ve mastered Extreme Sports and the adrenaline rush earns you your daily meal.

I’m the end of a bedtime story read too fast. I’m right there but you fell asleep early that night somehow.

I’m the silent note that acts primarily as the essence of your favourite song. I am right there but you missed it for the 100th time.

I’m the lucky hand at a jackpot you never played. I am right there but you firmly believed it wasn’t your day that day.

I’m the chance you never took.I am right there but you were going through a ‘phase’ in your life where rationality n logic were prerequisites for everything.

I’m that one sober moment where you truly enjoyed and absorbed the best drinking session of your life. I’m right there but you can’t seem to remember any of it.

I’m the most important junk you finally threw out in a trash can after holding on to it for 20 yrs.I’m right where i belong but i’m useless now.

I’m the verse of your favorite poetry from the first grade which you recited and rehearsed in front of the mirror day in n day out.I don’t rhyme anymore.

I’m the successor to your very first kiss. I felt better but I’ll never be  your first.

I’m the mellow in the cacophony of your busy city life. I’m right there in your heart but you are still searching for me elsewhere.

I’m the corner in your house where you have held some of the most memorable parties since your very first teenage crush walked in. I’m still lonely.

I’m the thought that keeps you tossing and turning on a sleepless night. I’m right there but you can never figure me out.

I’m the pretty in ‘pretty little things’. I’m right there but you can only fathom and imagine me as an insignificant ‘little thing’.

I’m the last dot at the end of this continual phrase and even though I exist, I do so only to a minimal, negligible degree………….

I’m the definite in the indefinite. I’m right there but you’ve been putting me off indefinitely.

I’m the cold shower on that chilly night you dreaded and took.I’m right there but all you ever do is talk bout how easy it is for you to brave the winters.

I’m the thing you wanted to say but left unsaid. I’m a figment of no one’s imagination.

I’m the ink of your only tattoo that healed , mixed with the scabs n fell off. I never mattered.

I’m the stroll on the promenade the other night that you didn’t wanna talk about the next morning. I lost my memory. I let go.

I’m the impossible possibility, you thought would play the part of the most improbable turn of events of your life’s story. I happened.