Chance Encounter

Who are the biggest influences in your life?

I met him on the stairs
in the hall.
I hadn’t seen him in forever,
wizened man, twinkling blue eyes.
He held his arms out
for a hug;
as always,
nothing could make life any better
than that moment.

He told me he ventured out to visit
his other family,
whom I had heard of
but didn’t know.
I watched him
Out the door, into the cold.

Only then, I remembered
we had buried him
years before.

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