I have never seen a ghost,

But I remember too many to deny their existence,

Not the lost spirits of those I knew, 

Nor monsters masquerading as them, 

But lurking in memories, 

The bygone personalities, 

Of the people we used to be, 

As we emotionally developed, 

And our values shifted, 

Deadened traits were shed, 

Only to be brought to the forefront of our minds, 

By clothes and books owned by those characters, 

As a haunting nostalgia intrudes, 

Idolising days of a far from perfect past, 

Stealing away hopes of a different future.