I saw him on the corner
Every day or so.
The three days I did not see him
Mom said he chose to go.
He wrapped his head in plastic
As he lay upon the ground
He choked on his last breathes
Until he made no sound.
The moment that I heard this
Tears welled up in my eyes
And while I wrote this poem
I whispered soft goodbyes.
I wish I knew him better
I wish I knew his name
I wish I could have seen his soul
But all I saw was pain.