So I was just taking a walk around my neighborhood. It’s a little after midnight, taking a walk helps me wind down and fall asleep when I can’t.
The block my apartment is on was the scene of a fatal shooting a couple years ago. It was a young man and his fiance, walking down the street in the middle of the night. The man got shot by someone who was trying to rob them.
His fiance created a beautiful memorial to him on the corner where he was shot. There’s a parking lot on the corner, so she created a mini-garden all along the outside of the parking lot. Beautiful plants, and a tree stump that’s covered in minerals and colorful stones and little flowers stuck in the crevices. It’s the closest thing to a fairyland I’ve ever encountered.
The smiling face of the man who was killed has been on fliers wallpapering the electric pole on that corner since I moved here. I walk past it at least twice every day. The photos of him have changed–some are with his family, some are just with his fiance, some just of him. He has a really genuine smile–i’ve pretty much memorized his face. The fliers are there because it’s still unsolved, they’re still looking for information from the public to find who did it.
There’s also a circle on the spot of the road where he was shot where the pavement is painted. It’s similar to the John Lennon memorial in Central Park. A mandala-like design, it says “IMAGINE” in the center. I’ve seen his fiance several times laying yellow roses in a circle around the center. I recognized her from the flier.
So I saw her laying roses down in the center of the road when I was going for a walk tonight. You know sometimes when the music you’re listening to sounds like a movie soundtrack to what you’re watching happen? I had my headphones on listening to “wounded” by third eye blind.
It’s like walking with the wounded
Carrying that weight way too far
The concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark…