A Change in Course

The ghosts of this white town
Haunt me so.
I cannot stay here because
Everywhere I look I see not
What is but what was.

Distracted with a
Used thought, memory,
Or sight recalled,
I cannot concentrate or
Walk a straight line.

There is a place
Where the river is
Divided
By a concrete wall:
Where our bitter past has lead.

My life turned 90 degrees here,
Where we used to hide out.
The river turns here too,
And becomes a new thing
Like me, on meeting you.