corners

There is an odd feeling

That lingers 

When you walk into a room 

Without a sound

It is quiet

The automatic lights don’t turn on

Nobody sees you

Nobody knows you

You are quiet

You are nothing

A ghost

Maybe

When you’re riding the train

All the strangers look familiar

You’ve met them before

You can’t say when

Or where

Or who they are

Or their names

You know them

Somehow

When a room is still and then it’s not

A rustle, a bump, a scratch

There is something to feel

But nothing to touch

Maybe it’s you from before

The ghost 

Maybe you’re the stranger on the train 

Maybe