Jaggered footsteps crushed dead grass,
Seen this place before.
Smelt it, heared it, breathed it and sensed it,
Now encountered once more.

High resolution photographs,
The memories clear as distillation's outcome.
In reality, when confronted with the photographs,
The memory wipes its window for no one.

You lead two lives...
You're two-faced,
But with a literal meaning,
You're estranged.
In two different times,
Present and past,
One identity that will never last,
You've moved on, but still dragged down by the chains.

Rebecca Mummery

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/re-incarnated-being/