Friend From a Past Life, written on Sunday October 22nd 1995

Friend From a Past Life

everywhere i go
i see this indian girl
is she someone i used to know
all over london
wherever i go
she always looks at me
like a friend who will always be
it is a freaky occurrence
a situation of uncanny nature
something that makes no sense
is she like a few others
a part of my past life
located in the,
subconscious area of my brain
after working through the night,
and coming home
i got talking to her one morning,
on the train
she said she lived in a place i used to
but now i see her all over london
wherever i go
this indian girl who smiles at me
kind of slow
it seems almost cruel
when yous see people about,
and you feel for them
even though you are sure
you have never known them
if i went under and i went back
i would probably have a story to
all about this indian girl


James Garratt – Sunday 22nd October 1995

It’s rare for me to either comment on a poem or say what it means, either i don’t precisely remember or i prefer to let the reader decide, But i remember writing this. At this point in my life i was working for a tv channel based in Westbourne Park London. I worked nights and would get the first train out of London and back to Southend in Essex where I lived. I met this lovely woman on the train coming back and we got talking. This poem was built around that, I thought at the time she was the most beautiful person i had seen. We never became friends and i can’t remember her name, but here she is, immortalised in words with a bit of fantasy thrown in. i wonder where she is now and what became of her life?