four years ago you stood on that stage with a microphone and the words flowed from your mouth in such a way that made giggles flow from mine. she and i held hands, and vowed to each other an unspoken allegiance to you and that voice.
tonight you stood on the same stage with a microphone; the words were different, but they flowed the same. this time, she stood behind you, smiling and i sat in the audience like i had four years ago, not giggling anymore but still allegiant.
for the guy we called “yesterday,” we’ll miss you next year.