She slowly pushed the knife
Through the juicy lemon
Slicing it to go into her water
It was another hot day
Humidity ruining her hair
She went to the porch
There was at least a breeze
So the shade wasn’t bad
And she sat on the swing
She lived for summer days at 4pm
That is when he walked by
She didn’t know his name
Only imagined his life
But he would smile at her
He would say hello
And she would feel
Like she mattered
If only for a moment
It was her best defense
From being invisible
And when summer was over
He would be gone
And she would once again
Be someone without notice
Leigha Robbins 