Did you know that he lives among us?
Walking with a clipped stride
Through crowds of people, crowds of thoughts
Lying stiffly on his back, he winks at Orion
Recounting with repeated ease
Requests followed by stares, ill wishes, and pitied avoidance
I like to watch him
As I sip coffee
In a café
In the warmth
He paces the same sqaures
Over and over
And I beg him
With my eyes
To join his brother
My eyes watch
His rhythmic pace
I feel his fallen arches
I feel his heart of stone
Tears swell
And my eyes flutter
"Just come inside"
Eyes on the door
Waiting to see myself walk through
But you and I both know
That we won't ever meet
In a clean well lighted place
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