Out of sight.

I have been seeing the same man sitting at the corner of Lothian Road and Bread Street for a week or so. He may have been there longer but I never noticed him, until I saw him shivering.
At the edge of my local park, there is pile of bags, the belongings of a man, whom I have seen around the city for years. He was there on Friday, but I haven't seen him since. He has just left a pile of bags.
At a boathouse I cycle past every day there has recently been a man sleeping rough, I saw him late at night and in the early morning, he has moved on, leaving not a trace.