BLUE SILK MEMORIES

His feet bleed, but he feels them not

The freezing cold numbed them long ago

His bones ache, as does his heart

Memories still haunting his restless sleep

Dark blue silk was everyday attire

Pressed starched shirt as well

Now he wears well-worn denim

Found in a garbage can

Caviar and steak were commonplace

As was wine, hundreds of years old

Now, a cast out half-eaten burger

Fills the void for a short while

Not so long ago he had a friend

Shaggy, cold nose, but with a warm heart

A gang of thugs thought it sport

To take this friend and dismember him

Now, not only are the nights colder

But so grows his heart

He wishes he could forgive

But there isn’t enough good left in him

His hope is to go peacefully in his sleep

Awaking to heaven or hell

But for now he will curl up in the cold

And let his memories haunt him

(by Regina)