Johnny was a friend of mine, we'd hang out together almost every night.
I was never jeaous that he had millions of other friends....simultaneously.
Because when he cracked a joke he was talking directly to me.
When he gave a sly wink or mugged a funny face, it was at/for me.
When he had someone on the couch, he asked them what I wanted to know because I wanted to know.
I've missed him and thought of him often, for a dozen years, but I'd hoped he'd come back and light up the night. Now I know the night will remain dark....forever.
