I Miss You, My Friend

Mo and Me



Mornings aren't the same
without your smiling face
to welcome and greet me.
I miss our conversations
most of all, I miss your hugs.

There's an empty space
on the sidewalk, and in my heart,
where I've grown accustomed
to your cheerful presence
and our times together.

Up and down the street I've asked
vendors and other pan handlers
if they know your whereabouts.
They've neither seen nor heard from you,
for the past several weeks.

They say you've been sick,
saw you throwing up in the alley.
I'm worried and afraid for you.
You are always in my prayers.
I miss you, my special friend.