Nicholas Mancuso,
I once called you trash.
You know I was kidding though.
We all know you rock at Smash.
From my first day as an intern.
To this one where you leave us.
It’s a warm day in winter
when your absence won’t relieve us.
Those lunches we had together –
we talked about absolutely nothing!
And now you’re gone forever.
I feel I’m missing something…
You need not call nor write.
We’ll just miss you all the more.
I’ll feel a little bite.
The last time you close the door.
I know who is to blame.
May you always remember:
There’s this guy named Duane
who we’ll gladly hate forever.