I... I found
I... I saw
We watched me.
We asked me who...
My watch upon the lawn.
My hat just beyond.
Go by sideways; we looked away.
I am. Please call me something.
He stood low.
He won't look.
They don't ask.
They don't like that John.
Like a naked shrub among tall trees.
Against my face; his eyes skid on pavement.
After nondescript, atonal trench coats.
Can't quite remember why... it was something.
John fall apart...
John fall apart...