They are there now.
Right there
beneath your footsteps,
in the rain puddles
between the cobbles.
There,
quite plain for you to see.
Crying for you, crying out to you
in the regrets and sorrows
of life that ignored you.
Those glorious childhood stories
which said you can be hero,
but you weren\'t.
Films which told of happy endings.
There for someone else\'s lifetime.
The laughter and sillyness of
birthday parties you never saw,
they never came.
Romance\'s leading roles
lost to you in your
missing self confidence.
Along this walk of
tired dejection arises
but a small aside.
A dream.
Of a longed for comfortable
familiarity at the end of the day.
Well yes, maybe at the end of
someone else\'s day.
Not yours.
You shrug,
that well practiced shrug,
and take another step
along this oil slick stained
weathered thoroughfare.
A distant streetlight casts
a sheen of it\'s miserable reflection.
The fading light of hope
for someday?