In velvet immersion of a soft, childhood evening,
amid thoughts adrift on curiousity's sea...
sat I, an observer with the friend of my youth,
under the street lamp...just Johnny and me.
Of him I inquired, "Where will life take us?"
"Where we want to go." Slyly said he,
but the hue of the street-lamp changed not the shadows,
nor faces, or places of things yet to be.
A thought had I on this once summer evening,
an inspiration to foster a pact....
Should fate direct we two to return here;
and one day compare our most infamous acts.
The flash of time passed without notice,
to soon had I come in from the sea....
the waves of time had indeed claimed their victims
and there sat I...not Johnny....just me.
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