John nearly every day.
his guitar,
his beard, his bohemian
nature,
his kindness
and beret.
the Fiat he was always
working on.
his cat.
we'd talk on the phone
like girlfriends.
covering
everything
under the sun.
we worked together,
were poor
together.
we shot hoops together,
played sandlot games
throughout
the summers.
we were
best man in each other's
wedding.
strange to have him go
at such a young
age.
and me left behind.
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