I Write - Decade Edition - Roaring 20's

At night when the city
slips into darkness
And the bustle of the day
slows down,
I walk.
I'm able to breathe;
my senses stretch out,
touching patches of dark corruption -
which I avoid
as I meander through the park
to a bench
where Sally waits.
Her gossamer nightgown
shimmers in the breeze
And she smiles at me.
I sit.
The city is so different now
She says with a heavy sadness.
It's ever changing
I whisper back.
She nods.
We both long for a simpler time
I, to be back in the cradle of my youth
Where small town values
held a comfort and an escape.
She, to be back with her sweetheart
forging a life before she got sick.
Before she died,
and was buried here
under the earth and concrete of
Washington Square Park.
We sit in reverent silence;
each with our past dreams.
She is a wisp of time;
I have a future.... unknown and malleable.
Here in the dark
past, present and future
meld into one
as we share this time together.
Each of us gathering strength from the other
as life moves ever forward.
I embrace the past
And thank her for her comfort.
When were part,
she raises a hand to wave
then fades back into the
celestial mist of time.
I head for home;
a part of her spirit with me,
letting me know everything will be just fine.