Sometimes we leave our family

hanging on the walls

and we don’t look at them

until it’s too late

We take them down

brush off the dust

and wonder at who they were

They were just forgotten

absent from our minds

we barely talked to them

and when we did

we didn’t say anything

It was like they didn’t want to hear

or we didn’t want to say

what mattered

Strangers point them out

with more interest

than you or I

They’re still hanging there

covered in dust

invisible

we forgot

they were there.