There’s a man I know
With the heart of a child
Who never grew up

Who wanders the streets
Like an unemployed ghost
With no one to haunt

He watches young lovers
Pass hand in hand
Like strange creatures

From a distant planet
He left long ago
When they raised the rent

Now when it’s night
The telephone becomes
His only friend

He can still count on
Before falling asleep
In the arms of his shadow

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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