As I pull up to the white line, to wait for the red light on a misty, chilly night, I glance out the window I notice him sitting in the alleyway, half shrouded in the dark shadows, of a world I could never imagine. He sits hunched over, trying to preserve whatever small amount of warmth, he can arouse from his tired old body his clothes are tattered and soiled, I can see his toes and parts of the bottom of his feet, grimy, practically indistinguishable from the worn soles of his old shoes, barely held together by pieces of string. I watched as his breath labored from his mouth, faintly visible in the dim light of another world, a world I had never witnessed, never wanted to see, while I sat in the comfort and security of a world this man would never know. I felt ashamed, hopeless, frightened, unable to accept the cold reality of my vision, how could it have gone this far, why have we left this man to die alone on a cold bare street I stare into his eyes as he looks up, I see the pain, the helplessness and the suffering of humanity, in his eyes. A shiver runs down my back, as his eyes slowly extinguish his haunting gaze, I watch him lean against the alley wall, fading into the darkness the light is green, as I pull away, but part of me is left behind I realize as I drive away, I'll never see him again, nor will I forget him.
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