Dearly departed

Looked up from the table
Saw him going down
He takes the back stairs
I wondered why
That's the last I saw him.
I heard from him
But never answered
Never asked him why.
He had his reasons
I never got to know them
Surely they were logical
According to him.
Yet a day never goes by
When I think back
Should have asked him why.
A stranger passes me on the street
Looks familiar
Yet so distant.
I wonder again
Did he have a reason for leaving?
Or did he just do it for his own sake
For his sanity
Or his vanity
Was hurt?
He never came back.
A newspaper awaited me
When I came back home
He was there
In the obits.
Not familiar to me
As I could recognise the face
But not the relationship
To the person
I once knew
He is gone
Maybe a better place
In a wider open space
I remain in a void
With so many questions
Unanswered and unresolved,
Maybe this is better
Than what could have been
Let it be
And from here, I go on
My memories and reasons
Help me.

Rashida Islam writes poetry .