Ghost

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.

I thought.

I want.

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