Postcard 1

I see you there in my old
world, walking down the
streets I once called mine,
stomping the grounds which
were old when I got there,
which I never felt
belonged to me, and even
though I know you are a
stranger, I am convinced
we have already met, that
we are connected by
place though separated
by time, the ghost I left
behind haunts you when
you pass her by, whispering
secrets of who I might
have become had I
stayed in that place
where you are now. Go
to all the special spaces
and kiss them for me.