This poem is for the cartoon loving kid
The one who was up at five a.m.
To walk his grandparents dogs
And be back in again before
Jumpstreet frogs
Hit the tv screen
Yes that was a real thing
Like Tiger Sharks
And Karate Cat
I miss him

This poem is for the comic book loving teen
Who hid in his artistic dreams
Longing to be a writer and a fighter
An inciter of a better society
To face off against the cruelty
Of humanity
Because it hurt like a *******
I miss him

This poem is for the bookworm
Working long John Silver ****** shifts
The suicidal ephedrine Adult
Not believing he was worth a ****
I don’t miss him

This is for the non-traditional college guy
Just trying to scrape by
On grants and loans
Staying home
Having a strange thirty year mid-life crisis
Working out was life his life
On permanent sabbatical from everything
I kind of miss him

This is for me
The culmination
Of all of these
Still trying to grow
Still trying to know
Who I am
So I can see who I will become