MerrysnowDoyle

I am sitting in a dark side street, somewhere.  It seemed almost too quiet, no people, no cars, not even a rat.  The tall grey buildings stand over me threatening to collapse at any second.  It's not raining, for now, but the biting cold is turning my fingers blue and no doubt my toes too, I wore a hole in my rotting shoes long ago.  But I don't care. I'm staring at the photos, the ghosts I carry with me.  The half burnt faces stare at me accusingly.  Fake smiles and real ones all blended into the black soot and crisp edges.  Each face has a name I never dare speak.  A tear drops silently onto the photos.  I didn't even realise I was crying,