Spring had come and the last snow was black with dirt and poison
People everywhere seemed slow
And behind their sunglasses
They were hiding the hollowness that one too many winters leave in everyone
The days passed slowly yet darkness came fast
And, while the thin coffee in his dirty cup went from cool to cold
He sat quietly and rolled another cigarette. It always got so quiet then
Once again, he would watch the ceiling and dream about freedom
Hoping to see the past and the future in some perfect wedding march
If only he could really close his eyes
He could live in a dream and not in this constant fear of never really being awake
"Do you miss me", she said
But he can only hear the surface of things. He's unaware of the true absence of her voice
Her eyes would forever shine to him as he sees her blowing him a kiss from a train
Maybe one of these nights she'll finally step down from that giant ghost and whisper:
"Come on, let's dance."
