we all lost stuff. ay.

when its gone

it’s all gone.

.

your stuff

your dignity

your loved and love.

.

nothing hurts. there’s no more.

threat to you.

you can rest in nothing.

.

he was officially homeless.

.

he smiled more than most.

he wore sun glasses.

with no lenses.

.

he said it was an irony.

.

he possessed a guitar.

and the clothes he wore.

and a blanket.

.

he drank as much as me.

just different liquid.

.

when everything else was closed.

we’d find each other.

we’d laugh and sing.

and drink.

and drink.

and drink.

.

first night he found me.

i was holding up McD’s window.

i couldn’t see 2 fingers in front of my face.

.

you a’ight babe

you got’a home babe.

he asks.

.

nodding all the while

he says:

you lost.

.

that wasn’t a question.

.

picking up my drunk ass

he took me to his ‘place’.

tucked me in with his only blanket.

one last nip.

a pat on the head.

.

you be a’ight.

he says.

.

don’t know where you are now.

.

i hope youre still alive.

.

you showed me more kindness

by the hand of a strange man.

than I had ever had

seen

or deserved.

.

when I told you about my girls

living with their daddy.

you said.

.

we all have a story.

we all lost stuff.

lots of stuff.

.

thank you.

.

and

i hope you found more than your lenses.


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