Revisited

The past has revisited
in the form of a specter
I had forgotten,
on the tracks I have
dismissed. And beneath
us we heard the low
tone of the railroads.
The wind changing direction
and our voices carried
through the streets.
We'll keep this hidden,
at least for now.
With our cats and our
domesticity. We've
fallen too comfortable
in our passing days, the
familiar hums and buzzing
of this city.