tracing back the steps of my youth <br />cycling along what was the old tram route <br />and now is a park <br />into the city I grew up in <br />the coffe shop we used to hang out in <br />to pass the time till school was officially over <br />the tree we met at and climbed <br />the stream we lay down next to <br />the street corner we were busted on by cops <br />so long ago <br />and though I arrive in the present at some point <br /> - visiting an exhibition, <br />spending too much time in the museum's shop, <br />buying postcards, looking at books - <br />I feel I'm walking with a ghost today <br /> <br />there is so much to remind me here <br />and although I have never really liked this town <br />I get all melancholic <br />and take a little detour <br />to once again see the deserted swimming pool in winter <br />and to my absolute surprise <br />there is an open door! ! <br />but apart from that <br />everything is just like it used to be <br />way back when we weren't ghosts <br />but alive & kicking<br /><br />jkd jkd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-with-a-ghost/
