Ok. Here’s how it’s going to happen.
I’m going to tell you a joke.
You’ll laugh.
I’ll write you a poem.
You’ll like it.
We’ll hang out.
I’m going to ask about you.
You’ll ask about me.
I’ll give you a vague but reassuring response.
I’ll tell you another joke to change the subject.
You’ll look into my dead blue eyes and wonder.
But just for a moment.
I’ll write you more poetry.
Encouraging **** that references things you’ve told me about yourself.
You’re going to take that as me listening to you and you’ll point it out to your friends.
It’s to validate the eventuality.
Next comes the gesture.
Go with you to see a dying relative, help you bury a rabbit (I didn’t actually bury it. I just threw it in the dumpster. Then I kicked a bunch of dirt around and told you that was the spot. So all that time you were just standing over a meaningless patch of dirt crying.)
We bang.
Then like a **** at an ****, I just leave you feeling disgusted with yourself.