She paused in front of the dumpster. She often took this back alley because of this very reason. She wanted to see hopes and broken dreams laid out so earnestly.

When you see people’s hanging photographs or artwork no one ever says they represent what once was. But here in the alley, it’s all plainly noted. That poster of that iconic scenery no longer holds a truth. It only represents what was once a goal, an escape, or temptation.

Now there’s an empty space where those dreams resided.

But perhaps its time for new dreams. Perhaps.