Departed

You are gone my dear friend. How can I say good-bye? I never had the chance to say what I wanted to say, We can never take walks again, We can never talk, I feel a part of me is ripped out, never to be seen. Thee only things I have are of the past, Memories of times in which we are together. For it is those that I cherish. For that, mortality can never take away love.