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