Encountering my ghost

I saw a ghost today. I greeted him with a hello, asked him “how’s life?” and made him a sandwich. He did the same for me, minus the sandwich.

I was nervous as he watched me cover the bread with chicken, cheese, and peppers. My hands shook, but I did my best to hide it — by making the sandwich faster.

As I fumbled in conversation, my coworker acted as my security blanket, asking questions when all I could think was he’s here.

“How do you know me so well?” the ghost asked my coworker, and for once I wasn’t the one he’d forgotten.

I don’t talk about the ghost. My memories of him involve too many emotions, too much pain and turmoil from a past which means more to me than it ever did to him.

“Him?” you ask. “It’s a ghost.”

Yes, but only a ghost because — for my heart’s sake — I’ve forgotten he’s still alive.

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