I walked down a busy street. Hard pressed. Surrounded by strangers. I can't quite place it. Where I know him from. A face akin to the road home. No matter how much time passes, it never quite leaves you. Between glimpses through the bustling pedestrians, I barely make out the reflection in a store window. His eyes, which once gleamed full of eagerness, seem too serious for their own good. That unadulterated smile has been mutilated into the most foul countenance. Every last morsel of youthfulness siphoned from his essence. His eyes hang onto burden as they fixate on mine. What the hell have you been through, my old friend. What have you let this world do.
