Nobody

I was nobody I was never known by millions. I was not of influence, wealth, or power I was just another person in the crowd. I was a body at many different jobs I had a few relatives and friends all over Some I only talked with on the phone or online. I think some of them miss me, but I am not sure I know what is left of my family misses me The empty seat at the table still makes them all tear up. I was nobody The world did not know me I was a face passing through the realm of time My anonymity was both a curse and a blessing I did not matter to most people. I was a just few numbers and a name on cards and things in my wallet I was of little to no value to most people I was just one of many who died of a deadly virus Now I am a number in a death count that still climbs I was nobody Yet a stranger held my hand knowing my light was extinguishing A trembling hand that had clearly held too many hands like mine with a pair of teary exhausted eyes ravaged by this unrelenting insanity The stranger gave me hope because after all the pain and suffering they endured they were able to find a few more tears within them for a nobody The stranger understood that I was not just another face or number They realized that this nobody was someone to somebody somewhere.