My Friend, John-John

We were so little back then, you, me,
standing up under the table
playing prince and princess.

Do you remember?

Absolute innocence! Just children
playing out the fairy tales
read to us to sleep.

Do you recall?

The woman… the crazy gray bird
who rescued you from
my evil clutches! LOL!

I remember.

Making something
out of nothing
to hide everything.

Those people!

Same ones today,
except that hag is dead.
She and her pedometer.

You catch my drift.

Sweet John-John!
Are you really…
At least in my heart, yes.

My friend.

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