My Friend

a gust of wind ripped through my head

And you appeared

A homeless guy was eying a bin

And I thought of you today
where are you, my friend?

Is a roof protecting you?

would you fight this guy, like so long ago?

I thought of you, today
We scuffled over half eaten burgers

Hoarded newspaper to fill the gaps

in benches and filled our boots with plastic bags

I shivered as I thought of you, today

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