willy loman

Willy
Loman
spoke
to me last
night. He had, before,
a few times,
but not like
this. He had before,
a few times,
but
differently. Last night
he talked to
me.
I didn’t know what
to
say.
I didn’t know how to answer. So,
I didn’t.
All I know
was that I wanted him
to
stop.
But he didn’t, and I listened,
still.
I
had
no
choice.
No one does.
Not when
he
speaks.