Bridge spanning grimy rail tracks
Icy cold slab stairway to the street
He sits, slumping, cold can fumbling
Half there sidewalk phantom mumbling
He talks with a no one
Phantom conversing with phantom
Ghost of another life laughing in his dirty ears
Recalled, replayed, across the years
Some unheard joke travelling through time
Behind grey stained beard he smiles
Passing the days piss soaked hours
In a garden of remembered flowers
in a garden. Shaded from light bleeding
yellow on a spotless sky blue ceiling
Laughing hard now, in city smoke
at some silly sunny joke.
His arm around her little shoulders
they giggle. Together. Pure joy.
In the old garden made solid once more
with the blue sky ceiling and the green grass floor.
His arm around her shoulders, giggling
In the garden again, in that moment now.
Far away from the cold stone stairs
and the stone cold stares.
by Darren Hopes