the man in my room

the man in my room shook violently
i saw him there cold and i didn't think
i just acted up what i thought was right
the bag on the table for someone else

but no, this bag had a blanky
one that could have helped that man
do i have a heart? any compassion?
these questions i asked myself

it was not in the moment
in the moment i was leaving
not thinking, gone

in the moment he was me
and i was him
and i couldn't even shelter him from the storm
this will not happen again

i promise
if it takes my wads of nothingness
i will make sure the cold stay warm
not by just my hand but with the help of many

this is promise you
this, i will do
for that man in my room