sustenance.

thought you were some
romantic poet
walking out there with a midnight step
no coat on
just a shirt
the top button undone
thought you liked the cold
thought you enjoyed its numb affects
thought you liked the way your body felt dead
your hair almost as careless as your shoulders
slightly caved in
it was cold outside
just thirty degrees
the midnight figure
i thought was walking home
was walking only for the moment
for sustenance
life and satisfying cravings
things you don't need
but would like.