Eulogy 1

or thoughts on all my ex-lovers

Duty

You were unremarkable in the way only young men can be. Confident, cocky, and wholly forgettable. We clumsily fucked until you were spent, and happy, and euphoric. I wish I could say you were charming or astonishingly handsome but I cannot. You were scared. The next morning your life would change in ways that cannot be specifically foreseen. I hope the collective always celebrates you on Veterans Day and not Memorial Day, but for me you will always only be a duty I served to my country.