his boots is what kills me

im sitting next to a homeless man in starbucks. he is sleeping. he is snoring really loud. one customer bought him a cookie, and placed it infront of him...he is still sleeping. another customer bought him a drip coffee, sat it next to the cookie. he woke up, walked to the register, and bought his own coffee and then sat back down at his table. he is trying to stay awake. his boots, the rubber of the toe peeling off entirely. im sure he trips on that big rubber piece all of the time. his pinky on his hand looks broken. why isnt he eating his cookie? i just want to cry. where is his family? he is coughing really hard, he must be sick like me. he just left and went to sit outside but he left the cookie and coffee that other people bought for him. i didnt even do anything for him.