john and dave

I miss my two best friends,
john
and dave.
both dead now for years.
both younger than me.
we would talk on the phone
for hours
about everything,
anything that would
cross our minds, we were
like girls
in high school. no offense
to girls.
and yes I know I should
use the word women,
instead of girls,
but for this poem I choose
the word girls.
please accept my apologies
for anyone that might
be offended.
back to john and dave.
oil and water.
sweet and sour.
right and left.
two different souls, as
different as any two
men could be,
but I loved them both
and miss them
nearly every day of my
life.
i wish that I could
pick up the phone this second
and talk
to them, listen to them
breathe.