What if we were, but ghosts?

If we were figments of our own or someone else's imagination.
If our only permanence existed in what we left behind,
the images or words that touched the lives of others.

Then we would only be here to create memory
to make something tangible of brief fleeting moments.

If we were only ghosts.
How fortunate that it is not so.

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