Return

The old man sitting on the bench, looking over his shoulder, growing anxious as he gets older.

The old man tapping on his knees in a frantic fashion, looking down, drained by dissatisfaction.

Trying to remember. Trying to forget.

Beat up by the world he's tried to help so much, he wears his scars so well, but he's growing out of touch.

The sun is leaving. The clouds are heavy. Time to come home.

He'll find his way. He'll return.