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 Into 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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