We are just seperate souls that drift off in the blur of society.
Just passing through without another thought.
I am the apparition who lays beside you under your covers and forms you and your state of mind.
Small talk with fellow students for weeks yet you cannot recall their names.
The friends who were once close, you can't even recognize their faces.
We're all ghosts; transparent and temporary.
But if we're all ghost, how can I remember you?
The sentimental ring your name resounds,
every touch your fingers leave.
Spotlight on the first day we met.
Every memory spent,made,created together more vivid than the next.
Maybe we aren't all ghosts after all...