The Hobo on the Couch

A man on a couch. Jason--on a couch. Slowly I can see the muscles tighten into place. Small Semi-Circles form under the windows, And a smile rests comfortably on his face: Comfortable where no one knows And now he’s on the floor Rolling around in my dorm room His smile contagious to everyone within the door The games he plays aren’t what we would assume. But when I look up I see his smile again This time its in chapel singing back to me I bow my head and close my eyes: Amen And when I look up he’s gone before anyone else could see And each time, they just barely miss him Maybe they don’t want to But I see him everyday In every scope of my view My life is unimaginable without him Because he has always been there He has been longer than I have But as long as I will be he will be I am on a couch He is on a couch