John
Three years after we last spoke,
Lost in Christmas gossip
Whether your Nephew
Would get into what you had got him
On the way home from the cinema,
You walked past us on the bus
Fumbling in the darkness
For the change in your pockets.
Three years after we last spoke,
Buried in the shadows of your coat,
You stared down unable to look up,
Until you got off at your ex-girlfriend's
A...
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