When I think of it now
I am angry.
I am angry you missed out on your life.
I didn't know your middle name,
your favorite color,
or what foods you liked.
Our lives didn't matter to each other's lives,
but I would have known you next year
at college.
You were on the cusp of adulthood,
the moment of change,
leaving it all.

Anyway,
now I know from the pamphlet they gave us at the church:
your middle name was Paul.