I walk on roads I knew.
Familiar houses I name as I pass:
Janet’s house,
Marcie’s house,
Sandy’s house,
Cathy’s house,
Ayesha’s house,
Annette’s house.
I catch glimpses of them playing in their front yards
or waving from their windows,
Though they have not been children for decades.
Their spectral selves run along the sidewalks
and fill the twilight with lost laughter.
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It’s eerie visiting in my old neighbourhood. I can actually see my childhood friends out of the corners of my eyes, but when I look, they’ve vanished. Have you had this experience?
Shawn L. Bird 
love this
Thanks!
Yes, I’ve return to the streets of play. Double-dutch, leave houses, and hide and seek. Everything seemed in the wrong size. Even the tree we climbed! I prefer to return in my sweet memory dreams:) and yes, remember their names:) d
🙂 Lovely memories, Denise.
Yes, when I am back in the old neighbourhood, I see many of the same things.
and yet- not a child in sight! We were always outside this time of year. I was driving all over the neighbourhood, and didn’t see a single one.