losing touch

and then wanting to catch

-up with those friends again

isn't really about

missing them

but about missing the person you were

however many years ago

/contact usually attempted

by the uncertainties of the present

so you seek reassurance

in

memories

when which isn't forthcoming

forces a reassessment of

the whole enterprise

/honesty impels admission

of narcissism

and resolution to

be more of a man

(whatever that means)

/my past

a city-centre regeneration scheme

built over, improved upon

a public - private partnership

initiative

but the map pre the bomb

is still the one

I follow

however much I know I shouldn't

however much I know it leads

to

   unsafe

             quarters