He turns his back to me.
Walking slowly.
I try to shout his name.
He will not hear.
I try to chase after him.
I will never reach him.
He gets further and further away.
He will never know what I feel.
We will never get to be together again.
To go shopping.
To laugh together.
Watching life pass us each by.
Alone.
Forever.
I reach my hand up towards the sky
And start to cry, whispering his name.
Goodbye old friend.
Old pal.
Be happy wherever you'll be.
Just, don't ever forget me.
YOU ARE READING
Leaving.
PoetryThis ones about my best friend who's leaving me, I'm really gonna miss him and I want something you'll remember me whenever you look at it so this is for you buddy. I'll miss you.
