He was my friend, he would always know when I
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
I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember
Anything at all,
To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.
Losing a close friend is, never easy, but, they’re, always alive, if we keep them, in our, memories, eternally…
Thanks so much for reading.