Dream streets

 

I walk the same streets

As you do

In my dreams

Unable always

To recall the names or places

Or even the faces

Only the emotional landmarks

The feelings I felt

When those feet stumble

Over stories of past made present

Or present made past,

The loves won or lost

The truces brokered

Then broken

All of them fading

Into a cloud

Of what might have beens

As I walk in the same shoes

I wore,

Hoping they might lead

Somewhere different this time
but they never do.