Two Weeks Later

Two weeks later I read the report
Recalled that winter afternoon spent sitting on your floor, the stories of your...

The stories of your high school days
How your parents removed your door
Did you ever feel like a guest in your house?
Did anyone ever assuage that doubt? No

I felt like a thief reading about your life
The reporter drew you with a knife
Void of all sympathy and explanation
He left no room for retaliation

I read about the car you stole
I read about your father's funeral
In his obituary, it said he was survived by you
Sadly that's no longer true

And I'm confronted now with harrowing logic
Shoved down my throat, impossible to dodge it
One day you will read my name in the very same paper
Reduced to my birthplace and college major

This will be the subject that all of my friends talk about for at least the next few months
Intermittent like a tragedy, your name shall come up
(You were notorious, I thought you avoided us, they sent you to Florida)
All our memories and dreams are swiftly fading from

All of the people
You associated with, one by one
An ever-shrinking list

One by one they will be someone I miss
One by one we go into the mist
One by one we shall cease to exist
One by one our memories will be eclipsed
One by one will I be someone you miss?