Walking With A Ghost Poem by jkd jkd

tracing back the steps of my youth
cycling along what was the old tram route
and now is a park
into the city I grew up in
the coffe shop we used to hang out in
to pass the time till school was officially over
the tree we met at and climbed
the stream we lay down next to
the street corner we were busted on by cops
so long ago
and though I arrive in the present at some point
- visiting an exhibition,
spending too much time in the museum's shop,
buying postcards, looking at books -
I feel I'm walking with a ghost today

there is so much to remind me here
and although I have never really liked this town
I get all melancholic
and take a little detour
to once again see the deserted swimming pool in winter
and to my absolute surprise
there is an open door! !
but apart from that
everything is just like it used to be
way back when we weren't ghosts
but alive & kicking