Shuffles like lumpy concrete
Awkward, slow
I have to hold his eyes
Cos I'm so scared he'll go

He's thinking about music
I like that

He
She
They both
Have a hell of a lot
To sort through.

Awful poetry
Fills the page I write
So now
Control Z...
Only then can you share it with me...

Hopefully my friend, it will take a while for people to clue on.