Disconnected Mourning

I knew him but a little,
Didn’t know his every dream,
A nod, a greeting, those were ours.

I knew, though, that he smiled,
Each time he passed me by,
And always seemed sincere.

I know I mourn his passing,
As sudden as it came,
Though I knew him but a little,
I’ll miss him, just the same.

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