Hobo Q&A

I gave a hobo a flower once...he ate it. And as he chewed on the petals of daisy I posed the question. "Can a heartless soul and a soulless heart fall in love? He slowly continued his snack of plant and I could see my words slowly churning in his head. He opened his mouth, appearing to know his answer then he closed his mouth in defeat. This process continued for hours. I would hand him a flower and it would slowly be consumed by the dirty human before me. Each time I would stare into those blank eyes and ask my question. It was apparent he knew not the answer so I slowly began to gather my things. As I stood up to walk away I heard a sound. The tearing of root from earth. The man, my companion for the past hours stood up, ad mangled daisy in his hand. I reached out accepting his present. I then took the plant and pressed it to my lips. My hand lowered, full of knowledge. I said my goodbyes to the man and walked along the railroad tracks. Thinking of the answer he had given me.