wandering;

i met a homeless man at the coffeeshop.
he told me he was ready to jump off the tallest building in town
and just get away from it all:



unsure of
where to go from here,
unaware of
which way is up,
which way is down.
and who does he tell?
the little girl
at the
coffee house.
all of his problems,
like theyll
suddenly
disappear
if someone else
knows.
here-
hold my problems
real quick,
ill be right back
for them.
and he never returns.
running away,
from all hes ever known,
he doesnt care
what he loses,
as long
as
this part
is gone.
alone since 16,
he doesnt know
who to go to.
used to not having
anyone.
and at this point,
its normal
for him
to be his own
best friend.
im listening:
i cant help,
though,
if you keep your guard up,
if you dont let me in.