Sweet-faced man, chocolate and soft.
Surrounded by possessions secure in your cart.
What happened to you?
What is your story?
How do you smile through the sadness,
the loss?
Jacket warm.
Hands and face clean.
Heat of the day approaching.
What was that shyness I saw?
What was that embarrassment
as I handed you a cup of coffee
in the moment you were freshening up,
preparing for your day of seeking help?
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