Who?

I am homeless, I thought,

(Whilst hearing a melody from my earpiece),

My home is a view and like sun-set,

It fades with the last reminisce of light,

I am homeless!

The streets would be my home,

In this darkish hour,

For, like most, it is soon to pass!

It's briefness is unfulfilling,

For I have no time to rest,

And is as quick as my few pleasures

So short I cannot even caress!

A quick glance, eye to eye,

And no recognition of the moments past,

The thought of a stolen smile

Is to cool to warm my ail.

I fade in the dark surroundings,

... I fade!