The Hobo on the Couch
A man on a couch.
Jason--on a couch.
Slowly I can see the muscles tighten into place.
Small Semi-Circles form under the windows,
And a smile rests comfortably on his face:
Comfortable where no one knows
And now he’s on the floor
Rolling around in my dorm room
His smile contagious to everyone within the door
The games he plays aren’t what we would assume.
But when I look up I see his smile again
This time its in chapel singing back to me
I bow my head and close my eyes: Amen
And when I look up he’s gone before anyone else could see
And each time, they just barely miss him
Maybe they don’t want to
But I see him everyday
In every scope of my view
My life is unimaginable without him
Because he has always been there
He has been longer than I have
But as long as I will be he will be
I am on a couch
He is on a couch