hello stranger, how long has it been since we last met? it must have been just last week when we sat on the bench and fed the birds. thatβs when we last met. that sounds about right. i wonder where you went. we used to meet here every day. it began when i was strolling in the park you were feeding the birds wearing everything you owned and carrying the rest in a rusty shopping cart. And when you held your hand out with the tin cup resting in your palm I reached to give a coin but you were handing me instead a cup filled with brown seeds. You asked me to sit with you. we said nothing and it was enough. your wrinkled old man hands folded gently around your cup of oats. toss toss they fell to the cold concrete the birds snapped at them peck peck your gift to the world for giving you nothing.
hello stranger how long has it been since we last talked? it must have been a few days when you explained to me the tale of your misfortunate soul. that sounds about right a few days ago since we sat back on that splitered, oak bench but this time with the scraps of paper faces printed on them in sepia gold tones with rounded smiles. photos of your family you told me of the days you wasted without them. they're now gone your only gift from the world.
stranger? i wonder where you went. you told me of your plans to leave this empire, skyscraper prison. i never thought you would, sorry to admit it. maybe I will never know where you went, or maybe you were never there. but i still go to that bench and toss the oats on cold concrete for the homeless birds peck peck they remind me of you