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.

                  Keith Garrett

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