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


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.



i hope you found more than your lenses.

kpm ©