Did you notice the ghost in the building?
They wander, seemingly aimlessly, looking at what, we do not know. They search, for meaning in moments long past, in conversations finished and forgotten.
Do they linger like the scent of an expensive perfume or are they more like the odor of a discarded lunch?
They long, to be remembered even when they see how much everyone has already moved on, how little they want to reminisce.
Are their words remembered like the lyrics of a favorite song or do their thoughts become grading like nails on a chalkboard?
Sounds and silence, entwined and lacking. Neither here nor there, devoid of meaning or thought, more of a sigh lost in the constant murmur of progress.
Are they seen and remembered like a prized photograph set on the living room mantle or left in a drawer collecting dust and slowly losing luster?
They walk, and watch, both yearning and knowing that what was is no more and will never be again,
Did you notice the ghost in the building or did you walk past as they slowly continue to fade away?
