Often confusing

Me

I took a stroll the other night,
By a street bathed in moonlight,
Lights were out, as were men,
Dreaming of all they ken.

Neath a moonbeam I saw,
A desolate soul, a heart raw.
She looked at me, and we,
Saw into the deep.

And disappeared she, leaving me be,
For she was a ghost you see.
As much a ghost as you and me,
Forgotten by many indeed.

And yet I stood where she floated,
And in my mind, a thought gloated,
I may be forgotten by many,
But then, I have me.