inspired by a poem by Mike Richard Gould, published here with permission of the author Ghost Sometimes I think I’m a ghost Mostly invisible On the periphery of vision Sitting in plain sight But transparent Felt not seen Experienced like a cold draft Not acknowledged Not real Just a half forgotten memory Doomed to wander the world Sometimes bringing a smile Often a shiver Mostly indifference There are others I often think I should approach them But I don’t Frightened I might upset them Think about my reaction to being approached It is scary not knowing who you can trust So I stand back Imagine myself talking to them What I might say But move on Ghosts are everywhere You see them in crowds You ignore them They want to be included But do not feel it So remain stranded on the margins Hoping some kind person will leave the door open Allow them in But otherwise We just float through life Figments of a dark imagination By Mike Richard Gould, Nov 2022 https://www.facebook.com/100016807874272/posts/pfbid02T88Jrv4y9jkPGJobotKpQUkaQpKg5738Ymc6yXNGp8PgNLdP4ydyvQ1JkiuynVnwl/?app=fbl