The Someone I’ll Never Know

Someone died today.

Probably more then just a someone,

But just as many and just as much of a person,

As those who died yesterday…

Those who’ll die tomorrow

And tomorrow, and tomorrow…

And tomorrow I will remember this person whom I’ve never known.

I’ve known this someone’s name;

Known of said someone,

But I will remember this person as the invisible soul I may have seen,

But never recognized.

Never to recognize.

Recognizing only the tears and unhappiness absence lends us

When those we know of

Become invisible.

Our invisibles are different.

Differently difficult or easy.

Difficult to deal with; easy to mourn.

Difficult to understand, easy to ignore.

Ignorance is bliss, they say,

Though, I’m not they.

It’s difficult for me to know that so many die

Without me knowing.

So many tears,

From little groups of people,

Lucky to have known,

To have been influenced…

And then those,

The dying ones

Who have no one to cry salt for them.

No salt on the wound…

Their pain.

No one.

Nothing.

Silent pain.

They know only of their own influences.

Lucky they.

Lucky, for I do not know of the influences they’ve caused

And I’m curious.

Curious of this someone

I’ve never known and never will-

Will be influenced by only those I meet,

Studying their words,

Not passing their thoughts by in fancy,

Not just by passing them by

On the street.

But of the cemetery?

Their graves?

Has this not influenced I in a manner of self knowledge?

Knowledge of others, of someone and of those nearby invisables

- Nearby only through others -

That are truly roads, cities or continents away?

I mean, someone died today!

Shouldn’t it mean nothing?

They’ve been nothing to me.

Not a thing.

Never met.

Yet,

This person has made me think,

Question,

And made me curious;

Sad that I’ll never know

What someone could have done,

In my life – or I in someone’s -

To make my person

Me.

Them.

Where’s someone’s influence?

Really? What happened?

It died…

Today.

Probably from more then just a someone,

But from just as many and just as much of a person,

As those who died yesterday…

Those who’ll die tomorrow

And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…