Stranger in the Dark

My stranger in the dark is gone
He showed his face a few times to me
And with a smile he disappeared again
Rumors of who he was echoed in the halls
Factoids of his travels and escapades filled my brain
Wishful thinking made me sit in the dark waiting for another glimpse
But as the phones remained silent, mailboxes empty he remained in the dark
Treasures from his work were given to us from others who had seen him
And with great joy we would devour those sweet treasures
Time moved on and eventually so would I
But that figment in the dark remained in my heart
One more peek, one more whisper, one more hug would answer my heart
But, today we say goodbye to my stranger in the dark