Unnoticed

I walk through
talks and tinkering
glasses of wine,
still unnoticed.
Another one of
those shy untold
stories.
I could slip on
the polished marble
floor,
only then would
I get recognition.
So much for standing
out...
though...my only
reason for standing
in moments grace,
is you....
your eyes fixed on
my awkward smile,
to what doI owe this
miraculous minute?
For you notice the
unnoticed
and I am captured
in a presence
I always want to be in.