Stranger

His breath smells like cigarettes.
Eyes as grey as steel his necklace gleams in the
Harsh light of the lamps.
He watches me from the shadows,
His eyes like moons, waiting.
Curiosity out moves my fear,
I confront the stranger.
His mouth lies while his eyes try
To hide what he holds deep inside.
I am watching the cars he says.
He is lying i know it.
His tattoos tell a story only
He knows.
His goatee says he is defiant and in charge
His hair is yellow and gray, but he is young
Not old, he is hiding something i want to know
What it is.
Why is he watching me?
I can feel his gaze even
Miles away.
His mind wanders back to last night
Our small chat
His eyes hold a sorrow that cannot be heared.
As I think of last night i know
What I saw.
Last Night I saw Death.
Last Night I lived.
Last Night I ran from death