Invisible

Is it me that you see,
or just something in-between?
Am I stood behind a wall?
That, I can't believe.

Can you flick me away,
with a quick move of your heel?
Or just squash me completely,
no thought for my squeal?

My reflection gets lost,
in the blink of an eye.
No interest for the dead?
Or what you told was your sky?

The days meant nothing,
nor the poems too.
You're the inspiration,
but it's better than you.