Looked at your photo Wished I could hear your voice one more time
Missing you so much my dear friend
I still remember our younger days You were my big brother The secret smoke in the classrooms Trains in the hallway
Your eyes so blue like a clear sky day Your voice of advice so gentle like dew Our talking hours were as vast as the desert I breathed all your words into my soul
Your last day My words walked alone on a single path
Your mouth was silent, your closed eyes looked at me
Now you are looking from Heaven Hearing every word Seeing every tear falling Just like a leaf in autumn
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
I lost my best mate who was with me since High School. He passed away nearly twenty years ago.