working on invisibility

Walking down the street my eyes race your feet. Watching where you are going to be. Sitting in the park my gaze trails just behind you always watching where you were.

I dress in last season's fashions. Appearing as part of the scenery. A leaf adding to the greenery. You look at me but only see the ambiance.

At the cafe my utterances slip into the ears of strangers. The idea is not their own but from where it comes they do not know. They regard their drink, ashamed of stealing the thought. Yet that is soon forgot.

The effect of my affect seems to be momentary. Later you will wonder why.

is this me?