You were always there
when I needed a friend.
Always willing to lend
a helping hand.
I thought we’d be
friends forever.
Guess I spoke too soon,
now I’ll see you never.
I was hoping it was nothing
but a bad dream
and when I came back on Monday
you’d be there to greet me
with your smiling face
and sparkling blue eyes.
Instead, I got tears
and poems I’ve read thousands of times.
I look at our friends
they should be smiling.
Instead, their faces are still streaked
from their nights of crying.
It’s then I realize
that you’re gone for good.
No more pictures you draw,
no more jokes about “bein’ in da hood”,
no one to talk to
about my problems.
Now all I have is the moon and stars
and the small hope
you’re watching from afar.
Now I’m not
afraid to die.
I know when I do
I’ll see your blue eyes
that gave me so much comfort
here on Earth.
I’m sure up in Heaven,
they’re showing your worth.
Tell St. Peter
I’ll see him when I do,
and to save me a cloud
right beside you.