No Expectation

Look at all the people who wander through my life.
Some smile, some talk, some listen, some laugh, some make me laugh.
Most don't notice me.
Even many I have smiled at, talked and listened to, laughed with.
I do not matter to them.
There is nothing wrong with that.
It just is.
And I can always find the very few who do notice me, for whom I do matter.
Even when I am not looking.