Homeless

One man, when begging, walks backwards.
One has a wife 
who shares her warmth in spoon fashion.
Another grieves
for the woman he believes 
betrayed him.

One woman wears clothes in many layers.
One sings a song,
one phrase mumbled over and over.
For one the choice 
is whether or not to get up.

All spend their days remembering: 
how little’s kept
and what in the end was most useful:
a place where they can bathe in private?
Hot food?  Warm bed?