The Addict and the Saint

The addict and the saint
stood outside
on the winter solstice.
ignoring the stars.

Around them suburban ranch homes
turned their lights inward,
doors locked,

and the addict took everything
the saint could give,
both smiling,

shivering a bit,
with nowhere to go,
no plans.

They had found each other.
It was the holidays.
Everyone else

giving and receiving
just enough to get by.