Cruel Tricks And Wrong Turns

Stooped beside the trash bin
he scrabbled around,
his hand pulling
out a small polystyrene carton.

Opening it, he found
a half eaten burger in a bun,
he stuffed it unceremoniously
into his hungry mouth

whilst his other hand
was still busily searching;
for dessert?
Images of what he may find
freaked me out;

I tasted bile in my throat
smelled vomit on my own breath.
I approached him,
then hesitantly offered
my Mars bar and hot Latte.

His faded blue eyes grew wide
with maybe a question?
- What was it?
Why would she do that?
or,
how did I get here?