John, are you sleeping?
I remember giving you my walkman headphones to listen. The good ones that I paid a lot of money for, and had the broken left earpiece that dangled a bit, but sat just fine on the ear when worn.
John, I know you're not sleeping.
It was a good song, I played the best one on the album for you on purpose because I wanted to impress you. It was one of my favourites back then. It's filled with memories now that I barely understand.
John.
I put the Walkman away because class was starting, and we didn't really talk much after that, and I don't know why. Our circles should have crossed. We were kids and didn't know that we each are our own circle.
John, I wish...
I didn't go to your funeral. I don't know why. Maybe I had left town by then. Maybe the world got in the way. We were just kids back then and I still don't know why kids were going around killing themselves.
John, I still want to have been your friend.
