A stranger's ghost

I saw with eyes of curiosity.
I reached with a hand of greed.
I considered with a mind of ballence,
And I kept it for later to read.

I picked up your soul,
Discarded and dull,
Had you lost it?
I found it.
Filthy and unwhole.
I dared not to touch it ,
But something was there.
Drawing me in,
With a likeness we shared.

I reached with my hand,
To be touched by a soul,
Althoug it was filthy,
Discarded, and dull.
I found in it words,
That were written heart-felt,
And as I was reading,
My own soul did melt,
Then, instead of two souls,
It was one in my hand,
And a reflection of mine,
From a time ago land,
And still as my soul,
Can sometimes be,
Yes dearly unknown,
Your soul reflects me.

And I saw with eyes of curiosity,
And I reached with a hand of greed,
I considered with a mind of ballence,
And  I kept it for later to read.

So now with this parcel,
Connecting us two,
You’re haunting stranger,
What next should I do?