Gaps

A silhouette
Stretched against the grey
Stands in the mirror of the rain
On bare streets blinded by aspirations
Full of other peoples’ noise,
Other peoples’ worries
And empty coffee cups tossed into the gutter
To wash away down the drain.
The boy in the doorway escapes
As he slips through the gaps
On pavements full of apathy
And dark rainbows of misery
Until he never existed.
Just a shadow in the night.
The man with the cash walks on by
With iron in his smile and ink in his prayers
Looking in puddles with his eyes shut
Against the monster of his own reflection
While over his shoulder history is following
And waiting around the corner
Never changing its human story

Copyright© RMC March 2018

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