Ghost

The plastic halls glow with glossy sheen

And I reach to touch my locker safe

But my hand slips right through

It’s not even my locker.

The grey hazy figures

Rush back and forth in these reflecting halls

When I realize for the first time

That I don’t exist.

Wait no, I do, I remember

While someone catches my eye

I reach my hand up to wave hi

I don’t know them.

I realize her hollow gaze stares over my shoulder

I observe but never participate

People walk through me, and I through them

In the murky fog of these halls.