You walked into the café
flanked by ghosts
from my past.
We chatted for a bit.
You left. They stayed.
One wore our school uniform
and a prefect’s badge
another opened a kit bag
of shared Army time.
The third was your sister.
I was holding her hand
on my first ever date.
I wrote this after meeting someone whose life and mine kept intersecting over the decades. I hadn't seen him in quite a while. The rest is in the poem.
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