My friend died this week

A tidy exit, like a well ordered tackle box.

No fuss…. just John

Awaiting his ride home from the hospital.

He’d been released and was going home

Perfect metaphors for what happened next.

His big heart decided to call it quits.

He was alone as fly fisherman often are

When he got the urge to enter the wide river

Casting his perfect line

Into the water to catch a rainbow.

Time to exit, while things looked pretty good.

It’s funny how people touch your soul.

They are so themselves that

They become- part of you.