A Classmate Went Missing

A classmate went missing from his class

reunion only to be discovered later dead.


A response from a classmate reflecting on

the dead who he hadn’t seen in let’s say around


fifty years, in part, “A handful of us always seemed to be

competing. Good practice for the next 40 years.


The only competition left is who will outlive the other…..

and of course, who has the


brightest and best looking grandchildren……….need I

say more.”  (He must have forgotten in his


old age that that was a question requiring a question mark

and there were way too many ellipses.) —- hmmmm,


probably written jokingly, but hmmmm…so…does shallower than a

kiddy pool in a drought  come to mind,


and after fifty years no less?  And when the last person living

reflects on his situation and what he has won


what will he  have?  Oh, yeah, loneliness.

Good Lord.


Fifty years and still counting… still competing.

“Hey, guess what?  I beat so and so and so


and so and so and so and so and old

whatshisface… and ….”


So what?


And if that classmate is the only one left standing

and cries, “Hey, I won!” into the void


will there be the sound of victory or just the sound of silence

from back in the 60’s? Oh, yeah, the most


beautiful  and brightest grandkids:  “Bye, bye

Grandpa,” as they go off to their futures without


much as a thought of him as he sits by himself

surrounded by all of his trophies.


Need he say more into the void (leaving only the question mark

he forgot the first time around),


about that shallow-as-a-kiddy-pool comment

on the death an old high school


classmate? Oh, yeah, in all fairness, he said it brought a tear

to his eye, too.



1 thought on “A Classmate Went Missing

  1. You’ve said it well … the shallowness that, I suppose, tempts us all, one way or the other, and how silly it is. This is, for me, an important poem. I’m sharing it via my Twitter.

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