There are always eerie moments
when you learn of the death
of someone you knew briefly
several decades before.
You struggle to remember all
you can of your interactions,
places, events, even conversations.
But the departed always seems just
as they looked when you last
saw them hardly older, hard
to imagine death has claimed
someone you see as young,
while your mirror constantly
reminds you of how cruel
time as been to you, and
it all seems terribly unfair.