Mr.
really knew
nothing
of him
nameless
ageless
homeless
we just happened
to like the same room
with the big window
‘cause you could
watch the birds fly
and the rain fall
and people come and go
this was his domain
but he let me stand there
next to him
without a word
and at first
I’d ask him some dumb questions
but he’d never say
anything
which was just as well
‘cause I had nothing to say
this room
was a getaway
the only spot in the place
where you could breathe
and he understood this
he’d sit helpless
in his rolling chair
at that window wide
day in, day out
staring past the tree
the street
as if he was waiting
for somebody
to come
and maybe they came
when I wasn’t there
maybe they’re there now
I hope they’re there now
TL