I was walking in the park at midnight
making my way to the park bench
sitting there looking at the street light
flickering like it was about to burn out
in the middle of the night.
the light would dim
and then get brighter
and go dim again.
shadows come and go slow
faces show up and glow
squirrels play in the snow
sounds of voices echo on their cell phones
and girls giggle and run
voices in my head keep ringing
distant memories of long gone relatives
now they know
what it’s like
on the other side
but they don’t clue me in.
they were always so ‘tongue and cheek’
about everything when it came to
someone stops and stands over me
as if they have something to show…