Six Line, Non Rhyme. Hope you never feel like this. A ghost, a stranger in a familiar land, I walk among those I know and remain unseen. Unbidden in your life, unwelcome in your thoughts, I breathe and live as a wraith; you say my name and talk with me yet I am forgotten as your last words are spoken. As ethereal as a forgotten dream I drift away from your mind each time we meet. Hello my friend, goodbye. What was that you said? What was that you were feeling? Sorry, gotta take this call. NOTE: Please do not call these words your own even though I may never know.