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