We are all ghosts
In the memories of people
We once knew.
Ever changing
While never present,
We exist as nothing
More than specters
---Given fleeting glimpses
In the midst of daydreams.

When we manifest
We unveil reality,
Showing those people
What has transpired
Since the moment
We last met.
It's not just always
How we look but,
What we can do.
Show 'em what you learned.