Walk home with me,
let me show you what I see.
The streets are void of daytime crowds,
no shoppers shoving their way through,
no beggars wandering outside stores.
Nobody out on their smoke break,
just an eery emptiness.
A few cars drive by,
while I wait for the light to change.
A group of boys leave the bar after the hockey game,
my mind quickly runs through different senerios,
should they have any ill intentions toward me.
They walk the other way,
I let out the breath I hadn’t realised I was holding.
Let’s continue past the construction zone,
that’s been abandoned for the night.
Notice all the dark corners,
perfect for a perp to wait for his next victim.
Maybe we’ll walk just a little faster.
Passing some harmless bushes,
my mind procures another perpatrator,
my heart wants to race me home.
On the other side of the street,
a weeping willow half bathed in moonlight.
A homless man sleeps on a picnic table,
under the darkened side of the willow.
I forget about my fears and worry for him,
because he isn’t a figmint of my imagination.
God watch over him, keep him warm.
I get home.
I am safe, loved, warm,
and I am thankful because I have more than I deserve.