Will you be my friend?

Hey you…

Hiding behind that smile.

The one who saw her. Sitting on the bench.

Alone. Catching her breath…

Looked like she’d walked a mile.

Stop.

Sit awhile.

See — there he is. By himself.

Eating his sandwich.

Rummaging through an office file.

Turn.

Spot her standing by… single.

Trying to do it all. Struggling with her child.

Bent over, picking up a spilled grocery pile.

Trying to fit a tear back into her eye.

Blink.

Notice him crossing the street.

Gingerly with his walking stick.

Left. Right. And left again.

No one there.

Watch out!

For the boy with the purple hair.

Tattooed, fierce — his pierced profile.

His swag screaming versatile.

Defending his own life style.

Find me.

Across the street.

Stranded. Frantically hailing a cab.

Strange… Strangers all.

In need of a friend.

Take.

Take my hand.

Just this once.

Let’s not pretend we don’t see each other.

Let us be friends.