stranger
a stranger died yesterday.
He and I had not exchanged words.
But, I had
Seen him laughing, before, with his friends.
Did you know? That your days
would be so numbered so soon,
That your life would wane as the moon
rose that one summer night, where
the world seemed to be so unremarkable.
I imagine, some place, a mother and father
and sister and brother still walk weighted and unable
to look at a thousand different places and things
without seeing you.
Who did you leave behind, sudden strings
untethered and drifting lightly in the few
gusts of wind that dared to breach
the stillness of the night?
It is strange, how quickly the sun set
on your winter day.
Dancing above the horizon
for those few moments between twin darknesses.
It is strange, how little your absence
seems to bother the galaxy.
The cosmos oblivious
to its little lost infinity.