Old, tall and alone, he sits

in Outpatient Surgery’s

waiting room amidst many,

neither speaking nor spoken to;

no eye contact nor observation

of those around him. For

hours, impervious to his setting,

staring ahead at his hopes or

memories?  Though drawn,

I remain afraid to reach out.

Later, while getting the car,

I see him heading down the

 sidewalk among many, still

alone.

What was I afraid of?

 He has followed me

home to this page.

                                                   Nan   7/13/24