Here’s a poem I finished recently after my neighbors moved. I never really knew them.
We smile and nod our heads.
Occasionally we say, â€œHello.â€
We stop and talk over the top of picket fences.
â€œHow are you all doing?â€
â€œGood. How â€˜bout yâ€™all?â€
Sound bites of sentences
Pieced together over months
Combining to make up a conversation.
â€œWe really need to have you over to diner.â€
â€œWe would love to. Give us a call.â€
One day a sign shows up in your yard.
The next month your are gone.
We didnâ€™t even get to say, â€œBye.â€