What is truth to this
stranger?

Winded widow
who walks past
shaded windows
where loved one
play out the day
in a familial way
while his pain
pulls him
in
other directions
like some
medieval
torture.

Emotional upheaval
as he struggles to
remember and forget
in the same instance.

Sorrowful
remembrances
causes
slight pauses
in his breath
and occasional
stares where
there is nothing left.

A poorly painted
green brick building,
intrudes
with its rude
presence
in a place
where he fails
to stop reflecting
causing a close
personal inspection
with his whole face.

Light green flakes
scrape
his stubble covered skin
forcing him
to be present again
and the dull ache
from his mistake
is something
he appreciates
because
he isn't forced to
recall what he’s been through
when he is dealing
with his newly chipped tooth
and ****** busted nose.