I could be wrong but what I think he meant by the lines is they both have the same black tattoo drawn on them. "drawn me in" it has made him curious about the homeless man, where he might have just passed him by.

He feels a kinship with him now. That is why it is a heartache when he seems to be gone (perhaps even dead).

Well I’m here. Though not as often as I like. I don’t write as much as I’d like.

If this were a classroom, I’m probably the one timidly raising their hand to answer questions.

Hoping I’m not a waste of space.

Wait what is Space?

Truly someone must have known

Her troubled heart and mind

I was not in that circle

Remember my first sight of her though

The sad but pretty smile

Even now it haunts my thoughts

Eternity and the veil separate us

Never to be sure of what could have been

Lest hope be forgotten

Allow the light from others to cast

Nothing shared is truly lost

This oftentimes troubles my moods

Evening can dim, if not for the warmth

Round friends united

Night’s secret is safe come the dawn

Real are these moments now

All we could ever wish for

Places our hearts have built

Time is what we make it

“Us” a bond imperishable

Rare what we found

Endless, bliss can be

Even as hope was slim

Not expecting much from Fate

Reason would have said “despair”

One day dawned clear

Under blue skies you spoke

Taught me to hope

Even Fate trembled

Touched by your strength

Our hearts found the path

All these pent up feelings

Will certainly be like the past ones

Knowing that I might not share them

With you, unless you find this page

Among my scattered notebooks

Realizing what they hide

Do you want to seek?

How long have you been on this site? 5 years, though I haven't written nearly as much as most of you do in a few months :)

What brought you to Prose to begin with? Someone metioned Prose on SUPER so I browsed and started. I needed somewhere to write, it's strange I don't share my writing with my family or friends I don't know why exactly.

What is your favorite thing to do on Prose? Express myself among friends. That is Prose so many folks here are helpful friends. Challenges do help me when I need a push.

So the people here and their writing has been what keeps me here.

Thank you Prosers!

Scarlet not red, was the color of her petals

Caught was the eye of the gardener

As the wind ravaged the stately gathering

Real terror filled the gardener’s heart for her safety

Lest her beauty be lost in the storm

Even though removing her might be ruin as well

Time was not their ally

Remembrances of flowers past

Only haunted the gardener’s thoughts

Shall truth fade from this world’s day

Even now perhaps it is only in the mind’s eye

A smile lights her face

Let my heart be still

My mind can not comprehend

Only it must not be for me

Shyness holds me back

This could have been the One