Eyes closed yet he sees every passer by.
Never a smile I've seen in years.
Pride does not allow a sign or a plead
I wonder what he fears?
A home he's made by a toy store
perched upon a small brick wall.
Each day I pass him on my small walk
for a soda and cigarette draw.
Emotion brewing slowly
the longer this goes on
Is there something I can do
make a connection, friendly bond?
Money seemed to pity him
but I know he liked to smoke.
So buy a pack for myself
then one for him he won't revoke.
It started out slowly
our small exchange of gifts.
Cigarettes for him to relax
And a smile to make my heart lift.
It's been months we've built
a silent bond that fills my soul.
He sleeps, yet when I get close
He suddenly awakens and makes a joke.
How does he know I'm nearing him
perhaps its my sense of giving.
I don't question it anymore
I'm just happy he's still living.