Upon Learning of the Death of An Almost Stranger

A fellow poet has passed away. I did not know him in person, in person he was a name with a only a shallowly linked life unknown to me. Yet on an internet forum we talked of poetry gathering jottings of character and personality. Picking-up on the nuances of our persona's. Don't know what he died of but hope he was not alone, death should be a last line in a poem at least somebody overhears.