Cuso Goodbye

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.