He was a strange-seeming man who never
spoke, except to complain about vaccines.
We shared a roof for a year, meeting once
a day, during overlapping routines.
Left early Good Friday, without paying rent.
In the days leading up he had moved
all his belongings, piece by piece, leaving
some canned food and a toothbrush, unused.
The landlord was in shock, he had known the
man for four years. Loaned him money when times
were tough. He never said goodbye, nor hinted
at where he would end up. No rhymes
nor reasons behind the event. Just a man
moving on and leaving behind a debt
Not to worry, the landlord had the room
Filled and active again by next morning.
Twas an Irish goodbye in the coldest
sense. A dissapearance without warning.