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