They say it was around 11:30 p.m.
His roommate found him hanging.
"He was right in his room." "Why?"
The song he sang at the campus talent show - he called it "Down".
He wrote it.
We don't know if his roommate took him down.
He dropped his pants when he sang that song on stage.
Memorable.
He was on our floor one night -
drunk neighbors brought him back from a party.
"He's so hot!" "He's the one who sang!"
He smiled that night.
He smiled on stage, too.
The last time I saw him
I saw only the back of his coat as he walked toward the parking lot -
Neon, green and blue.
Loud, happy, vibrant.
I don't remember how I knew it was him.
"The kid who killed himself . . ." "He's the one who sang."
He's the one in the coat.