Chagal4's Blog

There will be no more.

A silent emptiness echoes

On the porch down the street.

People will pass by and nod,

Unconsciously glance to their left

Start the smile that says

Hello…or bonjour…and they’ll know

That something…someone is

Missing…his bench is

Vacant.

It’s almost as if

The whole house fell down

Overnight.

It’s something more than gone.

It was the second lightning  storm

In his brain…caught him sitting

In his chair…at home.

A few more days he waited

In darkness…speechless

for the sound of angel wings

to take his soul away.

I would sit out on my balcony

Look over to his front porch

And he would look up and we would wave

And nod and settle accounts with the street.

Sometimes we’d talk…inside my head

Always short and sometimes funny

Often wise…or maybe silly.

This what I think he’d say

About the weather…

“Can’t do anything…only talk about it…”

Twenty below

In a foot of snow

That was exactly what he said.

He was born on this street

In that house…they say.

I don’t know if he ever

Went away. He saw it all

Change…as these streets always do.

Saw strangers come and go

Saw seasons come and go

He knew which way the wind

Would blow.

I suppose he knew, that someday

He would have to go.

R.I.P. Bob

October 09 2016