returning to a city

I walked through the streets, feeling like a ghost, invisible and unseen. The city was just as I had left it, the same sounds, the same smells, the same feel of the sun on my skin. But something was different, something had shifted, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I think it's the way that cities can change, and yet remain the same, like a person who grows older, but still retains the same essence. I felt a sense of disconnection, as I walked through the familiar streets, and saw the familiar sights. It was like I was seeing everything for the first time, and yet, it was all so familiar. I didn't know what to make of it, or how to process my emotions. I just knew that I felt lost, and alone, and like I didn't belong. The city didn't need me anymore, it had moved on, and I was just a relic of the past. I think that's what happens when we leave a place, we become a part of its history, and it continues to evolve, without us. And when we return, we're like strangers, trying to find our place in a world that has changed.