Sergiu was a boy
I've had him in my team at work
Thin, almost a floating thing
Gentle and calm and with a rather big head
Seemed like a really, genuinely good person
The kind that's so hard to find that
People overlook it when it's right there

I remember him pulling a lot of overtime shifts
He desperately wanted an expensive gaming keyboard
So he was in the office a lot
But what he gained in actual physical presence - hours tracked
He lacked in social skills and interest in jokes
And outings and cig breaks; you know what I mean

Now, everyone has stuff online
That they think
People can't trace back to their person
And they feel so clever or veiled

Well, this thin little guy, through some mental connections
And quite some stalking skills, I might add
- found mine
Then he asked me about it
Point blank

I recall I found it weird that I was creeped out by him
I felt guilty
Because he was such a tame creature
Not an evil bone in his body

I brushed him off with some joke; walked away
But since I've been thinking of him occasionally
How? Why would this guy stalk his boss online
Then tell her about it?
What kind of mechanics would make a person expose themselves so?
If you don't get it it's fine, but let me tell you
What he did was intimate somehow
Like a puppy rolling over
To expose it's tummy

Like I said, I think of him sometimes still
And tonight: couldn't sleep, as the baby's kicking -
- one flurry, one fury

I looked Sergiu up online for the first time ever.
What had become of this thin boy
with a bit of an unusually big head
and a weird manner about him?

Well, it turns out that after a couple of months
Since I've left for my new home years ago
There was a car and a coma and he's dead

And I am dumbstruck, I can't
Wrap my normally sized head around it
I feel a sort of diluted, low-key but resonant
Motherly pain

What did I lose?