An abandoned garage
A temple to youth, their artistry
Dark painted columns speak of moments past
The hissing sound of spray cans
Mingled with laughter
Has anyone noticed it’s a place of two halves?
Beautifully rounded columns on the left
Lit, not by the distant window
On the right, the columns are in shadow
A lonely figure of a man walking through
His gait seems heavy
He’s searching for something in the graffiti
A message from a lost sweetheart
Her initial plain to see, a large B
Was she here, did she leave more to be found?
A reason for leaving.
Continuing his slow walk
her beautiful face shining behind him
The reason for the light, his heart heavy
Her message has gone unnoticed…