On the floor above me a man lived alone,
He was very quiet and hardly known.
At night when I’d come home I’d see him just staring out the window,
Thinking he was lonely I’d invite him over only to be answered with a polite no.
I wondered if it was because it was the first time we’d met,
And we really didn’t know each other yet.
Did he have problems he needed to mend?
Or did he just need a friend?
Maybe one or a combination of the two,
I sat for awhile wondering what I could do.
Finally I decided to befriend him,
I found him to be a very nice man named Tim.
After that we talked everyday,
And unlike at first we had plenty to say!
Who would believe five years later we married,
We were each others only need.
Even though I know his name is Tim Fares,
I will always think of him as the man upstairs.

Christina Lyons

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