Family, friends, acquaintances
we give away shards of who we are
pieces of the whole.
You left a hole, an empty space
—something I can’t quite put a finger on.
We never hung out
never met in person.
But I know you had depth. Layers.
That like so many of us you’d been broken.
That because of that brokenness
you loved and lived with passion.
You never minced words.
You had an appreciation for the “real”
in all of us.
So glad our paths crossed
and, no matter how briefly,
that I called you friend.
© G.Brannan 2020
"...he gave what he had...a premature epitaph
not recorded in granite, or soil
but in the hands of a stranger
that needed a hug
aren't we all strangers"
-- Rob Dyer
https://eyeonlifemagazine.com/poetry-unlocked/strangers
Excerpt from "Strangers." R.I..P. Rob
