Roy Herndon Smith

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
—Mark 8:36 (KJV)

Kismet had red hair
like your hair and, like you, he
liked to stretch awake

before a morning
hug. Like you, he got worried
when someone he loved

went away. He went
away when you were away.
You came back. Not him,

but still, some mornings,
you wake to him stretching red
’round you, a whole world

you lost your soul to
gain. You hug him close. It
profits you nothing.