A Ghost She Could Not Number Poem by Walter C. Edwards

I saw an old lover today,
her gaze just past me by,
like a ghost out of her memories,
she just could not bare to notice me,
we parted friends,
at lease that is how I remember how it ends,
with the both of us,
going our separate ways,
in our naive youthful days,
sad I did not get to find out about,
how her whole life had worked out,
sad to say she did not look happy,
maybe just to much in a hurry,
to chat about this and that,
or was I a ghost she could not number.