Homeless Romantic
Posted by Josh on June 25, 2008
An old Italian man sits aside a New York City street
Commotion all around him but he can only hear his heartbeat
He counts each thump to see how many he has left
He ignores all the new people that just yesterday he met
He’s forgotten their names but not their faces
On a worn out notebook, an old lady’s hair he traces
Long and smooth, just like he remembered her
Her light hair wasn’t grey, he knew it as silver
It seems like he hasn’t seen her in so very long
His angel, his wife, but just yesterday she passed on
His new found friends offer him their sympathy
Condolences mean nothing when you’ve lost something so heavenly
Five decades ago he sworn his life to his wife and romance
Thats how much time it seemed his walk home had passed
He walks into their house, the first time he’s been there alone
He looks at their pictures and says to himself “Without her, I have no home”
