Placement

I do not doubt that I will miss this place
When I have left it, nor that I will sigh
To think of living here. Life leaves a trace
Upon the soul, which lingers by and by
Beyond the limits of mere presence. Stay
In one place long enough, and it will feel
Homelike if not a home; then go away,
And thinking of the past will be unreal:
A ghost life peopled by a thousand thens,
Always remembered in extreme extremes,
Alwayses, I wishes, not agains,
The conurbation of unended dreams.
But even as I'll miss this place, I know
There will be someday I will have to go.