The man who wasn’t there

A poem

Not really grey, but not quite blue Formless clouds and formless hues Through the glass he watched the sky With reflective blue grey eyes.

The hours passed with their suggestions People asked each other questions He nodded to suggest he heard But did not offer any words.

Life’s circus played out all around Some were lost and others found Within the crowd he seemed alone But equally at home.

His steady stare seemed well aware But it had nothing to declare He smiled just to re assure The world that he seemed to ignore.

How long he sat in that repose Before he silently arose And left the scene an empty space Without a name put to the face.

I went to see him the next day But by then he’d gone away The sunshine warmed his empty chair The man who wasn’t there.