used to visit jim
brain went him
still
straightened himself out
all right
told me he was realistic
his work had been social
he didn't know what to say
neither did i
he played me the guitar
he played
didn't eat meat either
before
he got what he was given
i made him lunch
once
took him for a walk
he collapsed
carried him
to the bus
stop
i paid
they said it would be okay
wanted to visit
they never returned my calls
we all had our lives
to live
didn't want to be a burden
think the coffin was cardboard
apparently, he was selfless
