When the Light Went Out

It’s funny how someone can light up your life as they brighten your morning too. It’s even funnier when it’s someone you never met…someone you never knew. I never new this little old man…never knew his name but I’d pass him every morning as our routines were the same. As I reached his streetlight on my walk in the ebbing of the night I would see him at his window Illuminated by his kitchen light. In time a kind of friendship formed between us in the dwindling of the nights. A nod turned into a smile and then a wave when we saw each other in the lights. This was the extent of our friendship…It’s how our pieces fit until the day, under his streetlight, I noticed his kitchen was unlit. It remained unlit…and it was a week later when I finally tried to check and see how he was doing…only to find out he had died. I think about him when I pass his house that he was my friend I have no doubt but I never knew how much of a friend or how much I’d miss him until his light went out.