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Homeless man, where are you now?
I saw a look of recognition, I saw you once before.
Without knowing we crossed, shared streets of the same
name and I have failed you. Your long gray hair as a
reminder to me.
You have lived long and dreary, perhaps alone and
bare. I regret your look of disappointment. Nothing
more than a coin, I had plenty of in my hand. They
burn in my palm.
What you wanted wasnt recognition. You wanted the
gift of a voyage, words of comfort and I refused. A
goddamn book! Had I known such intention was to be, I
would have forgotten my icy heart, forgotten my
changing sensitivity to what I was and what you are
now.
I am so sorry homeless man, radiant man, neighbor.
Each time you cross our streets, you will see my eyes
peering in your direction. It is me, my friend, your
enemy. I search your face for recognition because I
want the shame. I want it noted in your wise head that
I was badly mistaken.
You haunt me, you are always there and I know that
even my sorry sadness for what I did is long forgotten
to you, but I understand who you are.
~Lady C
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