I've never felt this,
this sense of calm.
The calm of another's presence -
of his smooth voice, the softness in his eyes
and their smoldering warmth;
My restless spirit has found a home.

But why must this home
be a comfort so fleeting?
Can I extend this lease?
I fear the roughness of the street,
the harsh realities that loom
in the cold that follows
an inevitable goodbye.

The city is a place
so lonely
for the homeless.