How He Died (Poem)

he did not break in the obvious way

no splintered snap, a branch bent too far

no fissured crack, a stone’s hidden fault

he withdrew himself

a quiet subtle piecemeal going

as if hoping no one would notice

as if he himself did not want to know

holes appeared in the small fabrics of town

that once would have been patched before anyone saw

his kindness and care had been such threads

all the community felt his loss

though they knew not that they mourned

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