Departed

You are gone my dear friend.

How can I say good-bye?

I never had the chance to say what I wanted to say,

We can never take walks again,

We can never talk,

I feel a part of me is ripped out, never to be seen.

Thee only things I have are of the past,

Memories of times in which we are together.

For it is those that I cherish.

For that, mortality can never take away love.