Goodbye

The month of August
Drew to an end
Goodbye, I said
To a lifelong friend
I will not see him
Never again

I watched him go
I stood there alone
His was voice low
Goodbye, said he

Then she came
Pale faced, yet dark
Her eyes like pits
Death was her name.

I cried that night,
And I cried the day
When it was time
To put him in his grave
The coffin was shut,
I’d never again see his face

I cursed the girl
Who led him away,
For if it were not for her
He’d be here still to this day.

Sometimes I go
To visit his grave
Though it only causes me pain
I read the tombstone
Here’s what it says:

“Loving friend
Cherished son
Taken too soon
At the age of 21”