Spectrally walking halls hallowed by women,
years of seminar papers and selves
unfolding like a snail from its shell,
I see you, your inquiry, who am I? 
I smile, my eye lines smiling too. 
You glance away, your scared audacious walking
intent on dining rooms or library kisses.
My greeting so soon cast off,
do I, my feet no longer sun bare,
my walk unbesneakered, remind you
of days oh so far away, so soon? 
How many lifetimes ago was I you?