he sat on a curb-side.
his hair was long like yours.
he asked, "are you new here?"
I replied, "no, been here all my life."
he said, "I'm new here." and looked down at his toes.
he seemed lonely.
I saw my loneliness in him.
I walked on.
ran into him again.
he said "hi, again."
and I said, "are you having fun yet?"
he said "not yet."
I said, "don't worry, you will."
he has never had to live through a broken heart.