I’ve always felt like a ghost,
An outsider that didn’t belong,
A vacancy with the lights turned off.
I ran into a man the other day who called to me,
He remembered me from some party I went to a few years back.
It frightened me.
It meant that I looked like a person and that people remembered and recognized that person long after I had moved on.
I am plain and forgettable.
I don’t leave fingerprints.
I walk through the world, a ghost, and no one takes notice.