My best friend has gone away.
No more will we laugh and play,
No more games and whispered secrets shared.
No more comfort knowing she cared.
My best friend is dead and gone,
Never again to tag along
With me to the park or mall
Or have a sleepover or do anything at all.
I wish that I could have said goodbye,
Told her I would miss her; somehow I must try.
I have so much left to say.
I know! I will write my goodbye and send it her way.
In a note written down, then sent by fire and flame,
In a bottle on the sea, or a gift by her grave,
Or perhaps I will whisper it, and send it on a prayer
And imagine her reading it and knowing I care.
My best friend has died, nothing that can change.
But at least now I have said goodbye.
Farewell, dear friend; I will hold your memory in my heart
So as long as I live, we are never truly apart.