Just a Shadow on the Carpet

If I left, would I be missed? If no one acts like they care now, why would they when I’m gone? I’d be a shadow that steals across the floor at noon and deepens into darkness when the sun sinks to the other side of the world. I understand now why people never stay in the same place. They move somewhere because maybe somewhere else they’ll feel wanted; not forgotten. Today’s gonna be rough; I’m thinking too much.