He hadn’t slept in days

Needed to keep moving


His beige hoodie looked new.  Ish.

Ill-fitting, but warm.



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

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