if we evaporated into thin air who would think to look for us here?

sometimes i feel like i'm on stand-by. sitting in a waiting room and my name never seems to be called. i feel like i'm floating around. things are always coming and going and i don't know what to think about the state of the relationships that present themselves to me. in that rare moment where you find yourself between the transition of sleeping and being awake i like to imagine what it would be like if i was to disappear. if you would even notice that i'm no longer here and then i shudder to think what if my absense goes unnoticed. i am petrified with worry