It’s been over ten years, and I still miss you.
You were my Old Faithful,
having stuck around for thirty years
only to be so easily discarded.
You were my constant.
I’d see you nightly,
an upper lip pillow tickling the philtrum
of your humanly wearer,
as the questions were asked
for the corresponding answers.
How Mr. Jeopardy himself
could be so cruel!
Taking away from me the thing I knew best,
better than the Daily Doubles
and much better than the final questions,
theme song playing,
a carousel of knowledge
that I one day hoped to be a passenger for.
