I bumped into a ghost of my past.

He was going down the escalator, I was going up.

He called out my name in his deep bass voice.

I didn't recognise the voice, but the face, the face, it was a ghost from my past.

A face which used to be so familiar to me, like a grinning Jack O' Lantern in Halloween.

Now, I have trouble remembering its unique features, the huge teethful smile, the squinting eyes.

It was certainly an unexpected event, one of those moments which made you wonder about its significance, even if it was purely coincidental.

And then the past came flying back to me, moments of distress and heartbreak, when everything failed to make sense.

If only everything went the other way. Things would have been perfect; not like this, no. If only.