The thing about losing a close friend
One you thought would be there till the end
A close friend whose value at first unknown
But through time importance grown
From just boys which we came
Through time a man you became
Many lessons learned along the way
Little did they prepare for this day
The weight of bearing stories alone, Atlas
Not aware of which would be our last
Stories which will never be forgotten
Paths that the mind must frequent often
Weathered trails they become
The addition of one increased the sum
The burden of each story intensify
Incredible stories unbelievable without one to testify
Indelibly etched upon my memory
The true value of loves comes from its reciprocity
The innate fallacy to quantify quality by quantity
The true value of love comes from its reciprocity