Invisible

To where does your sight travel,
but through me?
And where do I hide,
but in plain sight?

If I were to speak,
would you hear me?
If I were to call your name,
would you look the other way?

Is it for fear?
For love?
For anger?
Or do you simply not know
how far I will go?

I have already traveled the moon and back,
and I would spin back time
to do it all again.

If only you would speak my name.