Gently, you come and go. I feel you everyday when I connect. I know you have been here. I feel you here. I notice that you have read certain posts and have ignored others; some you have read over and over. Sometimes you leave a comment, a referrer line, or the wisp of a click. Sometimes you leave no tracks at all, but I know you have been here.
I feel the ghost of you here–shaking, rattling, turning over, thumping, tapping, and examining the collection of words that I have left on display for the day. I don’t know you, and I wouldn’t recognize you. But I am sure our silent exchanges will keep crossing, randomly, serendipitously, two shadows in tandem for a twinkling… the ghost of you and the ghost of me.