When Death Visits

My neighbor died a year ago,

I promised him a visit.

But I never fulfilled that promise

And last night he visited me

With guilt.

He left his wife

With a baby

Who never got to know

Him and his croaky laughter.

Last night,

My neighbor’s wife came to pick

The last of her belongings,

She was in tears,

She was moving.

My neighbor had two daughters

Today they are orphans

By this time last year

They had a father

Today they have none

Today they have a student self-contain apartment

To call home

From private rooms

To rooms at all

Death changes everything.