Bumped into someone yesterday. Who like a memory wafted through my awareness just present enough to be seen, unremarkable enough to be just remembered. Tugged, pulled yearning for connecting-something to reignite the personable affable delighted personality I had known. I. had. known. I knew no longer this one before me. I knew not the makings of this human – the fears, pleasures, pains, or dreams. Ghostlike…exiting our encounter without saying goodbye. I realize then we never even said hello. What do I do then with a memory thus half unwrapped? Saved for a moment of nostalgic enterprising it long ago went stale. And now the stench remains. Unpleasant, unforgiving. Remains with me. Though they are gone.