When everybody gave up only a true friend will follow us to the end, unconditionally and only asking for a little bit of warmth from out heart.
The Homeless know that, because they are the only ones that can say, "they are more much than friends, they are the only family we got"....

It has been days since he was here,
and I am keeping his house warm…

We have been together for ten years,
a meeting of two solitary strays,
I was then a little abandoned kitten,
and he was a dispossessed good man.

During those years we were chased
from alleys, under bridges and portals,
and he took all his belongings and went
but never forgot to take me, no once.

Last Christmas was cold and windy,
the snow chased both of us too bad,
I got my paws painfully frostbitten
and he got to cough by day and night.

I thought that by summer he will be
to the happy himself returning back,
but when the Fall arrived he was weak
even to touch my head with his hand.

Since then, passing by the church,
I have stopped by the stable outside
to ask the immobile people there
if they can come and cure my poor dad.

He went after Burger King lost its doors
to fetch our supper from the dustbin cans,
and I wait and wait but he never came and
on this Christmas Eve I don’t want to cry.

This will be the first time that he and me
will be from each other apart on our lives,
he had only one and I suppose he’s gone
to wait up there for me to live all my nine.

I know that he wouldn’t be coming back,
but I will keep his house warm…