forgettable

People laugh
with each other
in their little worlds
like tiny solar systems…
People all parts
of an inner circle
every circle a part
of some larger one.
What am I?
a comet, perhaps…
in the sky for a moment
then right back into
the black abyss
Unseen for a few more
cold centuries.
My absence never noticed,
for when I’m gone
they still have the sun
But I have only
the endless ether
and darkness.