Walking with the Missing

The sun beats down on asphalt skin,
As children play, and parents grin,
Yet shadows lurk, in each green bend,
Dealers whispering, "Want some, my friend?"

The dealers, too, have tales to share,
Of dreams lost, and paths that glare,
In the park, they find their home,
Among the found, and those who roam.

So I walk, in this urban tapestry,
Where the lost and found coexist in harmony,
A place where life and loss unite,
In the park, beneath the scorching light.

A missing young man's face I see,
In every dealer's fleeting spree,
And as I pass, I pay my respects,
To those who've known life's harsh aspects.

For in this space, we all belong,
The found and missing, right and wrong,
We dance in the sun's warm glow,
In the park where life bestows.