EMPATHY and or Masochism?

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I walked past “your corner”

on my way home from work tonight

The wind was strong and I was cold

I looked at the “spot” on the ground

(the corner) where you sat religiously…

You are not there anymore…

I am happy and sad because I do not like

“Not Knowing” what happened, the outcome

I never wanted to care, you were just a beggar

I swore I wouldn’t fall for your panhandling hustle

but one day I couldn’t help but ask

“Do you really make enough money to go through

all these extremes and is it really worth it?”

we talked and you explained  your life,

you were so young and lost

you sat in the scalding sun

you sat in the freezing cold

I would talk to you every day

you were a familiar face

I wanted you to strive for more

but it still feels odd without you now

I hope it is for the better

I changed my life but I still identified

with your stubborn ways

sitting in a crazy, rough neighborhood

asking for help…

Every time I pass that corner

I see the world as if I were you

I feel the cold, I feel the sunburns

I feel like a nomad

that lived for the day

and not the future

goodbye my friend

It’s time to change where I let

my spirit take me

what I embrace and endure

I have to try and forget you

since everything in life

is temporary  I cannot continue

to only see the world through

the eyes of the broken.