Loosing Family

It’s when the night draws close that I get the fear. The graying of the sky above, watching it slowly decay into blackness. All of my dreams and loves which have fled me so many years ago, come back at that moment just before the sky falls away.

I sit back wherever I am, wanting to know how it could have been. Loosing family and friends, always looking for new family but almost always turning up short. The short conversations I have are always fleeting. Once and again I will come across someone from my not so distant past, the wonder and distinction they put on me. “Bob, hey Bob, nice to see you.” “Gee your doing well.”

Look; be it true, I’ll eat out of a can, box or dumpster; just give me my family back. Because nothing is worse then a stab in the heart.