The wounds are deep
and sadness lingers
When special friends
slip through our fingers
like grains of sand that time begot
They once were with us
Now they’re not
How will I fill the empty hours
that now are mine but once were ours?
And what, pray tell, am I to do
with the me that I could be with you?
Where will I find the conversation
the banter and the stimulation?
I do have other friends, it’s true
but there is no one quite like you
Now diminished, life goes on
My days no longer halcyon
You want the truth? I won’t pretend:
It’s not the same without my friend