I wonder how many people
in this city
live on the streets.
late at night
when silence blossoms like tumor on our lips
when even the crickets hesitate
I walk among the shadows
of their past and present.
every face on the sidewalk
looks back at me.
blank stares.
cautious hands.
tired hearts.
and oblivious souls.
I wonder how many people
will come back home
and write this down.
Life in a blog 
Wow. I don’t know how many, but you will certainly fill in the void. 🤗
Thanks 🙂 I try
Too many, and only one. ❤
Grazie!
I wonder how many people
Feel safer being on their own.
I assume not many
I too hope not many