The parking lot was as before

I walked with a goal
home safe, fed and warm
Looking down so my eyes won't cry from the wind
I barely noticed
As I walk by a dead dear friend
Looking all the more innocent in death
Soulless, stiff, statuesque
It's little form curved with black little eyes
How did you get there? How had it been?

And I walked by.
Shooked with a goal
To get home
To be safe, fed and warm.