Ghosts of Childhood

basically, my life up to now

We walk along time

scars still echoing

from empty football pitches

and broken street corners.

Wind through lit tunnels

sheltered under motorway bridges

shifting leaves and playing cards

along with us.

Hands on shaking shoulders

soothing us in sure voices,

'things happen for a reason'.

Pause, rewind, play.

Before we became

a list of changed plans

we spent our days upside down.

Honesty never felt like this.

That light still works

on that broken street corner.

Things decay without us,

but here time stops.

We'll forever be standing

on that street corner

confessing our sins.

Waiting for tomorrow.