There’s this strange and hollow feeling when movie stars and musicians we grew up with suddenly die.
It’s like watching a longtime neighbor down the street abruptly move away.
Even if you weren’t that close
you were used to seeing his car in the driveway..
his lights on at night,
the wreath hung on his front door.
Yes, even if you weren’t that close –
he was part of the fabric of your life.
And when that truck filled with his stuff
rumbles out of sight..
you can feel the quiet emptiness
of his darkened home