I wrote that. I wrote this. But I didn't write what follows He wrote this. He always wanted to write. I never let him. He wouldn't disobey This is what he has to say: Hello He's a little shy. Talks too much. Nothing to say until you leave In every moment between there's the urge to apologize. To grab shoulders and shout: I'm sorry Then eye contact is made and it's back to fuck off I'm sorry: fuck off It follows. Back to itself, but only repeats when it doesn't look back Enough of it. Back to him One down. There's another man down in a short while