The man in the window doesn’t know me
But I know him.. because I have been him

He’s always there when I pass walking my dog
He is a prisoner of bad decisions and misinformation that he never questioned

The man in the window swims in the streams of alcohol that washed away the sameness of having to deal with the frequent frustrations of dealing with people at the corner market

The clerks notice the purchases are all the same..several bottles of cheap wine, sardines, crackers, hot dogs, beans and hot sauce.

Today is different… he isn’t looking out the window…and today I am different..today I care

I walk closer to the window and I gesture for him to raise it and he does

I say my name is David and I hope he is doing okay…
He says Albert and closes the window

It’s a start….
Because I have been that man in the window

Ttucro