Final painful goodbye

 You passed and I couldn't say goodbye 

You needed peace and you have it now 

My heart aches with the pain of loss 

But I know you're in a better place 


I wish I could have held your hand 

And told you how much you meant to me 

But now all I have are memories 

Of the love we shared so tenderly 


I hope you're smiling down on me 

And know that you are dearly missed 

I'll cherish the moments we had together 

And keep you close in my heart forever 


Rest in peace, my dear friend 

Until we meet again someday 

You'll always be remembered with love 

In my thoughts, you'll forever stay 


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