Invisible To All But Himself(For Lyn)

The dead man had in his pocket a theatre ticket stub to the last night of the play a single train ticket some loose change that didn’t amount to much the beginning of a poem merely an unintelligible scribble little scrap of Love a precious kiss (invisible to all but himself) on his right cheek that had never faded but blossomed anew each time he thought about it on his lips was a name that remained with him always & clutched in his right hand the memory of that kiss that could never be ...forgot... his heart a prayer reaching toward her The ambulance man saw none of this only that there was nothing they could do to help him now. simple act of hit & run never even knew he was dead ...what hit him.