You may not be able to see me clearly. Time, distance and mistakes have built layers that make me seem like a stranger to you. I may be hidden, distorted or even slowly forgotten but I am still here Still doing the same things, still standing in the same place, still waiting with a hope that never truly fades Mistakes from the past have turned into a wall separating my steps from yours. An invisible wall yet strong enough to make every greeting feel farther away than before There are so many things left unsaid, so many regrets that keep spinning in silence and amidst all that uncertainty, I still hold on Not because I don’t want to leave but because a part of me still believes that one day there will be a warm outstretched hand, one capable of bridging the distance, overcoming misunderstandings and reclaiming what was once lost So I’m still here Not hiding Not disappearing Just waiting Waiting for that uncertainty to come to me, while holding onto a hope that’s growing frail but isn’t quite dead yet And if one day you look my way again, maybe you’ll realize that all this time, I never really left I am still here