Figurative Death

I miss him i do, because theres so very few boys like him he was like a rare gem I told him my life shared with him my fears shared my happy times and drowned him with my tears He was my confident the only one I could talk to now that hes gone i dont know what I will do He was my very best friend.. he promised to love me to the end but I guess he just stopped caring, I guess thats why Im staring looking out the window wishing he was right beside me telling me how much he loves me, telling me that he'd always be my best friend for eternity But I guess that he has better things to do...thats the reason the calls became few he told me he was ok, when in reality he was slowly dying every day I dont know what he did and truthfully Im afraid to know because if I found out I dont know how it would go All I want is for him to return, because for him my heart does yearn The pain that Iam feeling he will never know because to him my feelings I can no longer show Im writing this poem..maybe when he comes back he can read it but what if he never comes back..will i be able to deal with it?