Ghost of the Wandering Child

So, here's some insight into something I'm working on.  The characters will make an appearance in the final work, but this poem (probably) won't.   What does this mean to you, if anything?

 Ghost of the Wandering Child

Are you me
or the woman I could be?

Is she here to make you remember
or did you call her here to forget?

This wandering child
alone in the world

crossed paths with your blade
the one regret you couldn't make

so she's back at your door
maybe in ghost form

she's wandering still,
just a chance meeting you here.

You never have to follow
she never has to see

Whether you're me
or just the woman I should be.