The Soulful Atom

He faded into the background,
Like the furniture around..
Over time, over many carefully manicured hands and feet..
People rushed in and out, sometimes stayed longer..
Sounds of laughter reached him some times, but vanished by the time he opened his eyes to see where they were at.
There were tears too, he failed to feel them on his dry mottled skin,
And the times when he did, he was too tired to wipe them off so he drank them in and stored to pour them out again sometime
He faded into the background,
While she entertained them all,
Unaware of his presence, unlike the carefully chosen curtains and ornaments above the fire place..
He looked out of the window at times, which was open or closed as per her preference..
At the wide open spaces beyond and a pond..
But he was bound, to a tale, an imagination existing only in their minds..
They both decided to let life pass,
His as the background
and Her's not even on the same canvas..
There was a distant voice tugging at his heart string, just the one.
He didn't even dare to look up or being to understand..
For the fear that even the tugging will vanish.. like his life had, for the choices made, for curtaining himself like the colorful fabric hanging at various places in the house.. only difference is they were touched and he remained virgin..