He knows I know he knows things that I don't know and because he knows I know he knows things that I don't know and wish to learn he chose to go because he knows I can't say "no" to knowledge, especially that which I feel I've earned. So, tonight when we all drove right by his work as he was counting out cash, cashing out, getting out just about done when we pulled up and past that window I know so well I chose silence and not to wave, chose not to love to be enslaved even if I saw him before us on the pavement walking towards bus-stop, home. Alone.