Forever . . . Johnny and Me

Johnny. When I speak the name out loud I feel his arms around me. I feel him holding me in that last embrace in the park in Kansas. I stand with tears on my face, he with tears in his eyes. I can feel his hand softly brush away my tears. I see his encouraging smile, urging me to smile too. We continue to walk to the corner where he’ll leave me to walk on alone to the bus station and the bus which will take him out of my life. He reassures me that soon, we’ll be together again. It wasn’t sup...