He hadn’t slept in days

Needed to keep moving

 

His beige hoodie looked new.  Ish.

Ill-fitting, but warm.

Necessary.

 

More than a 5 o’clock shadow across hollow cheeks,

The greys show through

Now more salt, than pepper

 

Would they recognize him?

 

He fixed his hair, slightly thinner on top

Shadows stretched wide under his hazel eyes

Mouth set firm, lips dry and chapped

 

He fidgeted with the gold on his finger

Nails bit down to the bed

 

He was going home

A place he had not been for more than a season

 

He hoped he could stay