He was my friend, he would always know when I was near,
My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he would sound out.
Walking In to his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, he almost smiled,
Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he did for me to see.
An excitement for this beautiful friend when I showed up to visit,
The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, I loved him.
Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball or just sitting,
I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember anything at all.
To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.