Standing in an empty school yard
Shutters clacking against shattered window frames
I listen for the ghost cry of children wailing in the wind.
And look for dreams that were never dreamt.
With thoughts of laughter never known,
I turn to journey home
Circles of fog wrap themselves, serpent like, around my feet
Tendrils trailing in the mist.
From the gloom a shadowy thing appears,
A man crouching by the curb.
A dark bundle of ancient rags
A stench of waste and filth.
Lifting his lonely cup,
His eyes search for mine.
Met by an angry empty hole, he looks down.
Too embarrassed to ask again,
His hand drifts down to earth.
A drizzling rain dapples the glistening street,
As I enter the light of the slanted doorway
Of the soot-stained building in which I live,
Straining up the stairs one more time,
Fumbling for keys to unlock the gateway of my heart.
I shed my dampened coat and scarf
To huddle by the rust stained radiator.
It's hissing steam
Melting cold from aging joints and bones.
My lover comes to sit by my side,
A silent hand touches mine.
For a moment my eyes are met...
We look away
As unloved thoughts pass
And we do not speak.
I look through a mist stained window,
Night lights flickering in and out
As a question touches the rim of thought:
Where does forgettery begin,
And this holocaust end?