ignorant haunting

The ghost doesn’t recognise you. The ghost doesn’t know
How much you know. Doesn’t have a clue. It takes a
While to realise. Little things give it away.
The movement of eyeballs. Hand gestures. A belt.
Then it’s clear as day. Hardly a surprise. Only one
Of many ghosts. Stumbling around, waiting to be found
Without their knowing. You look at the ghost and it scares you:
How much you know; remember; will never be allowed to forget.