© She Never Knew Him When...
By: Katelynn A. Moxon
For Him.....

The city darkens to silence
Deep in slumber it lies
He stalks the alleyways like a black cat
His long raincoat bringing him shelter form the storm

He merely protests the winds intrusion
An insightful but fickle friend
He fingers a half forgotten cigarette
As he wanders through the rain

A million memories ago he lived here
But now he’s just a ghost from Christmas past
His blue eyes search from the darkness
For a warmth he cannot find

A right turn on 47th street
He passes the buildings like a shadow, mysterious and dark
His mind racing with a million different words
But who will here them now? There is no song from the Meadow Lark…

A hat to hide his soft brown curls
A lucky penny in his hand
A cane to represent the dying Leaves of Grass
And a hundred years of man

“Can I find what I am seeking?”
He whispers to himself
I just don’t understand, I am only me
Just a man…

The city begins to wake
As he softly falls asleep
Somewhere she is praying
That in slumber his dreams will keep

A single tear falls down
A pale and dampened cheek

For in this life, the two
Shall never meet….