Dream familiar. <br />I must seem taller to you. <br />Your rooms feel empty clean, <br />and my footsteps echo. <br /> <br />Of course I remember you. <br />Not as you are, but as we were. <br /> <br />Each item catalogued; <br />the same, changed, new. <br /> <br />My eyes. I notice <br /> <br />everything that was. <br />everything that won't be. <br />everything<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alma-mater-3/
