Missing

It’s strange to miss a person

Whom you do not really know

But it happens and that absence

Is enough to strike a blow.

 

Fellow walkers in the morning

Who would nod or say hello,

Even some where names were traded

Now are gone – where did they go?

 

Poet buddies who would comment

On my poems would come to grow

Into mutual supporters

On the Soup* site’s ebb and flow.

 

One-time colleagues from my work life

(I retired years ago)

Were acquaintances with whom I shared

The teaching status quo.

 

All have disappeared completely,

Like a canceled TV show

And, despite the fact we weren’t close,

I miss them, even though.

 

*Poetry Soup, a site for sharing poetry