the actor I knew

The actor I knew Mikael Elphick, a talented actor I admired he liked to read my poems and said they were like stories and therefore, easy to read He understood I was trying to find a space between poetry and prose, that is why I dislike calling what I write poetry, vignettes seem in order Mikael was a kind man who liked that I was not hanger faking friendship and being agreeable to his political opinions, which I found eccentric The last time I spoke to him was outside a café, he was struggling to walk home, I gave him a lift a reporter from the Sun newspaper sat in a tree it might have been Pierce Morgan, as we know has bullied his way on X a few weeks later, Mickael was dead, killed by his alcoholism