Micro Lab - A Figment Of My Imagination? Poem by Henrietta Ezegbe

Pretty sure this happened.
Or maybe not?
Cold night on call
Walking the site pavements alone in the dead of the night
Chasing a consult for the tiny humans. A crux of the process.

I arrive the micro lab and there you were!
Bald headed, mischievous looking, charming, bedazzling
Next I know is laughter and banter
Even some roasting too
Consult's done. Mission accomplished.

Then into thin air you vanish?
Right, the morgue is within vicinity
True, ghosts exist
Again are you real?
Did this even happen?
Guess I'll never know