Audible Ghosts

That feeling
of oh-so-long-ago
comes rushing back
wham
boom
in an instant
I'm there
walking along the sea
freedom tickling my skin
a sense of adventure
riding up my spine
young
as young as
I'll never be again
stupid really
taking off
all alone
to be a part of things
to come apart from things
the salty feel
the music blaring
the beat
urging me on
big dreams
of getting out, and living, really living
survival time is over
for a minute
or a day
seeing groups of people my own age
but never lonely
needing the time
needing the space
wishing
still so palpable
it's here again
in the form of a song
and I am transported
walking alone
but free