Ghost.

I ran into a ghost from my past today.

This ghost drops in from time to time,

in unexpected moments, and for reasons often unclear.

In obscurity it visits.

In a dream, a picture, a poem, or a memory,

at times inopportune.

Rarely does this ghost dare to be face to face,

and often shies away.

But today it did not hide.

I did not either,

and I was reminded that this ghost,

it is not really a ghost at all.

And at times I wish it was.