Ghosts of desks, computers, mats, tape

On the floor


Of dreamy eyed boys in

Baseball caps studying the


And a regular visitor who

Found his way into my



All the tape peeled up, leaving

Nothing but lines

And memories


A bare space now but

Only in space, not in time



have you ever felt nostalgic

not for a place or time,

but for a person?

have you ever thought wistfully about the

time you spent together-

their mannerisms and

favorite clothes and

the shape of their eyes and

their voice still

echoing in your ears from the

last time you heard it

and wonder if they ever think of you

the same way