I have a weakness
for those who hide their souls and lose their way
I have a weakness
for lonely drifters, their eyes cast down like nails
I have a weakness
for a dog or god chewing on a bone
I have a weakness for old men
who call upon the moon
to light their path
but never leave their home
I love all
who never smile
who always look away
who do not love themselves
I haunt their streets and play their game
Once one looked at me
and disappeared
and left me in the dark