Poor Man

the house is gorgeous perfect for a lonely like me no one around to force me to talk finally peace and quiet i have moved in my furniture situated myself into my new life time to live my life finally days pass before he shows up “Do you know where Frank is?” he asked he was distraught but before I could answer he left sobbing “Frank, Frank…” who was he? the next day he returned did the same thing this went on for weeks – the same thing every day – before I called the landlord “Oh I forgot to mention James. Poor man. completely mental he is. he and Frank lived there for several years Frank was ill James was too, but not in the same way they were an item I believe Frank died James went off the deep end as if Frank was the only reason he could stay sane if James is bothering you you could send him to the hospital he probably needs it but I never had the heart to put him there” we hang up there’s a knock at my door again same time every day he looks more distant today detached “hello James” he looks surprised mutters something that could be hello “come inside” he shuffles in defeated depressed and all I can think is Poor man.