John he said, “I know you perfectly” (Poem)

John he said, “I know you perfectly”

 

“Really…” I challenged with a bit of a snort

 

“Let me tell you, I was there when you were born.”

 

“But since then I have obviously grown!”

 

He smiled as one does to a cute child acting foolishly.

 

“You see” he continued, “your heart has many layers, many compartments, many stories.

 

I know the core, the essence; I really do.”

 

Well it was my turn to smirk.

 

“Really, so how about you tell me?”

 

“Well” in his imitable fashion he said – “No,

 

How about, You,   tell me!”

 

As I needed to confront this most basics of questions, I stripped away some of my protective masks – you know, the tuff exteriors.

 

I let my mind travel

 

Recalling my idealism, my compassion…

 

“It’s almost like I had a twin”

 

“Yes,” he prodded

 

“I remember him, he was unbelievably caring, he could sense other people.”

 

“Yes” “Yes!”

 

“He had this innate sensitivity.”