Spring had come and the last snow was
black with dirt and poison.
People everywhere seemed slow,

and behind their sunglasses they were hiding
the hollowness that one too many winters
leave in everyone.

The days passed slowly yet darkness came fast,
and while the thin coffee in this dirty cup
went from cool to cold,he sat quietly and rolled another cigarette.

It always got so quiet then.
Once again,he would watch the ceiling and dream
about freedom, hoping to see the past and the future

in some perfect wedding march.
If only he could really close his eyes he could live
in a dream and not in this constant fear

or never really being awake.
"Do you miss me" ,she said.
But he can only hear the surface of things.

He's unaware of the true absence of her voice.
Her eyes would forever shine to him as he
sees her blowing him a kiss from a train.

Maybe one of these nights she'll finally step
down from that giant ghost and whisper :
"Come on, let's dance."