For Robin

Mike called once a week

And then he called once a month

He called once every few years

Which turned into never at all

Missing an artist

For the loss of their art

Isn't grief we're heartbroken

For Robin and hate what he did

But real true and private loss

Is so hard to express

I miss going with Stephen

To bars that serve chicken

Working with Caleb

Getting drunk on the clock

And to all the junkies

Can you remember me anymore

Can you remember me at all

Can you remember me at all

In October I saw

How he crashed head-on

With beer for blood and no seatbelt

We kept the notebooks

He left under his bed

We collected newspaper

And met every Tuesday night

Gave Brian the sweaters

And Stephanie got the bike

He called once every few years

Which turned into never

Hearing from him again

To all the junkies

Can you remember me anymore