I saw a dying man yesterday.

He was the apartment’s caretaker.

I saw him with other people watching as he struggled to breathe.

The others were panicking and we didn’t know what to do.

Hospitals weren’t accepting and local officials weren’t responding.

I saw the man vomit blood. Black blood.

The moment I saw it, I knew the man was going to die at any minute.

His shirt bloody and the pillow supporting his head drenched.

I stood there and watched him until his last breath.

I wasn’t close with the man,

But he had helped me a couple of times.

I was sad about his death.

It made me think about death that day.

How significant yet insignificant we are.

How time doesn’t stop to grieve a lost soul in the world.

How people move on and go about their days as if nothing happened.

Today was a normal day.

It was as if all the things that happened yesterday never happened.

It was weird at the same time calm.

I looked back to the place where he died.

An older woman approached the bench were he died and lit a candle.

I looked at that candle for a very long time then I left.