I saw her across a busy parking lot. I acknowledged her with a second glance but didn’t wave. There was a thousand years standing between us. Lives that were led since those years put back the pieces together. The past was ancient history, buried in dreams, half-real, lost in the normal hustle and bustle of adult life, raising children, paying bills; it is like it never happened, but I was there–I know it was real. We both lost everything, well, almost everything. And now it doesn’t matter. It is a second-glance in a parking lot full of strangers who don’t matter. I move forward, cast off the ghosts and go about my day. It was a long time ago, but for a while, I can’t help but think about that world lost so long ago.