Ant from up there

 I'm looking and looking at you, but you're not really seeing me. Sometimes life is so sad that you laugh a little. It's a bitter, shame-filled laugh, but it's a laugh nonetheless. In your gaze, you try to make me so small that I turn invisible, but I'm really here. I've BEEN here. One day, we'll both go our separate ways, maybe then, even if just for a second, you'll turn your head and *almost* see me.