It's funny how someone can light up your life as they brighten your morning too.
It's even funnier when it's someone you never met…someone you never knew.
I never new this little old man…never knew his name
but I'd pass him every morning as our routines were the same.
As I reached his streetlight on my walk in the ebbing of the night
I would see him at his window Illuminated by his kitchen light.
In time a kind of friendship formed between us in the dwindling of the nights.
A nod turned into a smile and then a wave when we saw each other in the lights.
This was the extent of our friendship…It's how our pieces fit
until the day, under his streetlight, I noticed his kitchen was unlit.
It remained unlit…and it was a week later when I finally tried
to check and see how he was doing…only to find out he had died.
I think about him when I pass his house
that he was my friend I have no doubt
but I never knew how much of a friend
or how much I'd miss him
until his light went out.
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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