Poem

I didn’t know the man.
Never saw his face nor knew his name.
Beautiful woman in a close embrace,
And suddenly only silence and everyone’s eyes.

Most of us didn’t know the guy.
Everyone gave all the help they could.
And five minutes felt like an hour.
The milonguero fighting for his life.

We all knew the man.
Milonguero, traveling for connection.
Finding friends far from home,
if just for a tanda or a smile.

He left surrounded by friends.
Connecting beyond words.
He was one of us.

Daniel de Kay, 2019.

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