Homeless Man


November brings with sadness
Empty benches in the park
Homeless man walks; contemplating.
Plans his placement before dark.
How would his life have played out
If he had left her alone?
And, now he pays a steep price
No life, no friends, no home.
It happened in an instant
When he moved to stop the fear
Turned his hand against his lover
Battered face, her souvenir.
He can think of no excuses
Recalls her broken heart
When he turned his love against her
And ripped their lives apart
He can think of no good reason
For committing such a crime
To slaughter someone's spirit
Shattered for all time.
If he lives to see the morning
He will think of what he's lost
For the late November morning
Paints the empty bench in frost.

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