They are

I don't know for how long I stood there.
I guess after a while I went into my room. If one of my siblings had come by, they wouldn't understand, I knew that.
Like when we're in the woods or at the sea.
They don't understand. They don't see it. They don't feel it...

Not like I do, at least. I don't think they would have noticed him either.
I guess people don't really look anymore. Most people, that is. It's always been sort of taboo... and yet, getting to know people, it is one of the topics that is so very often encountered during conversation.
Memories, hidden away not to be spoken of - these experiences we have and never forget.
Something out of the ordinary.
A sight, a voice, a presence.
A feeling.
A whisper blown around the corner only to kiss your face. Caressing your rosy winter-cold cheeks, fooling your ears and mind with the sound, as an autumns leaf falling from the sky gliding through your hair as the soft and careful hand of a lover on a summer day - and let you forget, like you forget just how beautiful spring is. Let you doubt it, doubt yourself - ask your self it that was..? Did I just..?

"Hello?"

I leaned against the door once I'd closed it.
I don't remember if I said anything to him - I think he would have known what I wanted to say anyway.
If I'd told him "I know you're there", it would have served only the purpose of reassuring myself.
He knew that I knew.
He could see it in my eyes, and I could feel it coming from his, even if they were hidden in the shadows by my bed.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see him again - if he's still here.
Why he let me see him.
Maybe - maybe one day we'll meet again.
Another time, another place...
Even if I can't see him, I'll know he's there.