Ghosts

So I am running down the road. I see cars going by and, as usual, I cannot see the faces of the drivers because they whirr by too fast, or my eyesight sucks, or the light is harsh and reflective. But this evening I see people driving who are long dead and gone. My mother, for instance, and Lloyd Fowler, and Townsend Shean. They don't acknowledge me as they pass. They look real as the real thing. They are not ghoulish or skeletal or crazed. I want to talk to them, say, "Hi, Mom" or "Hey, Lloyd" or "Townie! It's been too long?" but they are gone and my mind is tricking me. There have been other times, when I've been driving through a city and I see someone and I actually try to follow them, but they are only prompters and catalysts in the end. I hope I see more of them. I like these visits from the dead.