The man across the street has gotta be bumping 60. I only assume that because his mother, my neighbor, just turned 80 not too long ago.
He lives with her.
I wonder...is he happy?
He works on a pick-up truck that is often on blocks.
I wonder...does he know how to fix it?
He is a smoker. He is kicked outside when he does that. He stays out to get over his coughing fit.
I wonder...does he know he is dying?
His mother has told me that he is divorced and has children.
I wonder...do his children know him?
I have never heard his voice, though I have lived across the street for almost 4 years. I never hear his voice, but I hear his music.
I wonder...does he know who I am?
He sits on the porch and plays a guitar. He is pretty good, strumming out the blues.
I wonder...is he blue within himself?
His mother seems healthy. I've never witnessed her "nasty little habits" that can kill a person.
I wonder...will she bury her son?