I was sitting on a bench in this park, there was a lake, it was 5:45 pm. I was tired and decided to sit down to take a break and smoke some cigarettes.
My head was somewhere or someone. I think I cared more about Jane at that moment than being fired. It was a little chilly, it was autumn and the wind was blowing, which I liked.

As I was smoking I was approached by this man, visually elderly, with a long coat and a cane in his right hand.
I noticed that he wanted to take a seat, so I threw away my cigarette and moved a little so that he would take a seat.
The old man sat down, put on his coat, stretched his legs, looked tired and a bit worn out. He had a sad, melancholic look, as if he had lost something.

-Good afternoon- i greeted.
- Hello, boy.
-Uhh, Are you feeling well? -I asked out of curiosity.
-Yes... kind of, you know- with a weak smile and a straight ahead look.

I didn't want to ask if something had happened to him, I felt that it would make him uncomfortable in some way, so I asked something simpler...

-What is your name, sir?
-I'm Roger, boy...
-I'm Dan, well... that's what my friends and family call me, but my name it's Danny.

I felt a little uncomfortable the silence in the environment.
-What's that," I asked pointing to the side of my right leg.
-Eh... those are cigarettes I bought.
-I don't mean that, the notebook below.
-Oh... you mean this, it's my notebook where i write poems in my spare time-I answered with the notebook in my hand.

-So you write poems, interesting. It's a good way to expose your voice in verses.

-Yes sir, but i'm not that good," I answered.
-Well... that would have to be checked, why don't you read some- he said as he rubbed his hands together in the cold.

I thought...