When I think of him,
the older gentleman.
Deep into the darkness sighing.
How his empty gaze held mine.
In his hand was a brimming glass,
but no smile.
On his body was the finest clothing,
but no smile.
In his heart was the best of friends,
but no smile.
His expression never morphed from the bleakness.
I pondered if there ever was a time,
he smiled.
