Losing Track



Sometimes there are people who forget

or neglect us, who mysteriously you never

see in a cafe even though you live in the same

small city. This is not a problem until you

stumble upon an obituary or short newspaper

article and such a delicate suffering blooms

that you are forced to accept never

knowing what it was or wasn’t,

why the calls stopped and then the

postcards. But sitting back you think of

two or three people who won’t comprehend

what happened, who won’t be able

to find you.