A mass email
"Services for ......"
Select and hit delete.
Then something intervenes
Perhaps a delayed
Respect for the dead
And I read the message.
Short
Perfunctary
Business-like.
A young man
Struck in his prime
A speeding car.
A young man
I did not know
Will never know.
Will not need to know?
The cynic inside asks.
Re-read
Hit on reply
Writer's block
Of a different kind
Pause, fumble
Too pretentious this
Too cold that.
Delete?
Too callous
I wonder
How close should
He have been
For the bell to toll
For me.
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