Didn’t go to his funeral.
Anxiety.
Truthfully.
Regretfully.
I liked him.
Counted out papers
And betting slips
Whilst the dog
Lay black and Sunday lazy.
Thin
Until he quit smoking.
When I returned
From time away
Was glad to see me around
Chatted a good chat.
Then one day he sat in a chair
Mumbled nonsense
And bled in his brain.