Lost Friends

by Joanna

We used to say hello
You work across the street there
And as I stand or sit on the balcony
Smoking cigarettes in parts
In my endless attempt to scale them back
I somehow find that your smoke breaks coincide
I see you
Not looking at me
Knowing many secrets
That are now buried
In the vault of a life passed on
From the pain of this world
I see you
Nervous pacing
A jittery hand
Stress is taking it’s toll
Yet you march on
Through the days
And I wonder most often
How much do you think of him when you look at me?
Is that why you look away?