She walks alone. You fail to notice the ghost beside her. It's handsome and kind but looks nothing like yours, it's why you tell youself she is alone. She smiles and waves. Impossibly real. There's no way she can have such imperious zeal! But what's this you see? Your ghost is waving back with glee. Is there something you missed or is your ghost amiss? The question bears anxiety, "Why with my ghost and her with none, is she so content and me so undone?"