An evening
stormy.
A walk
alone.
lights
fluorescent
reflect off the raindrops
Of a city
dying
in desperation.
angst.
Our eyes,
windows,
meet
A moment
his face is carved by both freedom
sweet
and sadness.
Bitter.
His world
Without
is hopeless
torture,
a never-ending search
In vain
for life and
Living.
The two are different.
Homelessness
A condition
A loneliness
A struggle
No one
sees.
Or rather cares to.
Is he on this pilgrimage because
family, love,
warmth
have deserted him?
Leaving him cold?
Did
his
career
end
or
Did
his
dying path of drugs and alcohol
begin?
Grass grows through the cracks
wounds
of a decaying city.
The hardest pathway
treacherous
is living
enduring
the freedom
air
is what draws
out
Life.
Gratitude.
Before we
strangers
pass
forever
I
unknowing
want his knowledge
wisdom
for he
strong
has tasted
has battled
Failure.
Betrayal.
Afraid of my destiny
doom
as we stare for one temporary second.
Fleeting.
The dark lonely man disappears into the youthfulness
of my
Own
past.
Yesterday.
Has anyone thought of him
resilient
the way my reflection gives
recognizes
Purpose?
Rights?