uncle al's stuff

After my
uncle passed my dad passed to me
some of his stuff.
It looked
like stuff an old man,
alone,
would have.
It smelled
like some stuff an old man, living alone
had.
I remember,
especially,
the sadness.
It
FELT
so lonely,
like things
an old man
loving alone
would
FEEL.
Sears this.
Kmart, that. I thought all of this, today,
while I
shopped
at Wal-Mart,
alone,
to fill a place,
where a man
alone lives.
And I wondered
if he,
Uncle Al,
tried as hard as did I to make sure
his place didn’t
look,
smell,
FEEL,
like a place,
where an
old(er)
man lived
all
alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
All.