Despair

If disappointment is the difference between what is and expectation, then what lies between hope and hopelessness?

Giving birth to a ghost

This old town is full of ghosts
Mine used to be happy
And drunk
In love and lust

Gently they welcome the sun
Embracing me
Joining the ones that aren't mine

They dance among the leaves
On stones lit by the pregnant sun
In the echoes of the birds
On the red brick roofs by the church