We all have our ghosts.
We all have our past,
Present,
Future
Selves,
Each as much a part
Of who we are as
The nose on our face,
Or the color in our eyes.
Or the song in our hearts.

We pass through life
As one ghost or another,
Leaving those spirits behind
As we move from person to person,
Each spectral presence
A piece of ourselves,
Each ghostly memory
An imprint in time.

Leave your imprint,
And leave it well.
It will be there forever,
Your memory...

How do you want to be remembered?