John squirmed as I got to the podium
Jane giggled as I took the mic...
But then the lady on the stage waved
and all were grave-yard silent.
Then the ghosts in me struck and I saw
Jane's frown flattening, the terraces on
her forehead slowly eroding.
"Get 'em the expected stigma...and the
jaw-dropping serenade," my me said.
As my me-centredness ran wild, I saw John
sitting up, high enough as he smoked my words;
Jane out-worldly silent as her self deserted her.
Relaxed...you didn't listen to me before you