I come quietly. Silent entities.
Can lack a certain weight when unseen.
Do they speak of me?
My voice left with the breeze that
whispered "You should flee or you shall be seen?"

I'd die, if you only met my eyes
Before you pass by
Will you pause to break my heart?

I am everywhere, everywhere but here
For here is where you grace the nameless
Were I not so weak, could even speak 
I'd warn that you should leave before
You're seen with me.

They don't hear me. 
Do I bore them when I tell them
I adore them?