I can’t write,
About you,
My friend.
Your laugh,
Your stories,
Your pain.
Our tears,
Our desires,
Our secrets.
You left too soon,
I don’t know why.
I wasn’t ready for,
Our friendships’ end,
I still wait for the call,
That can’t ever be made
By you,
By me,
For us,
My friend.
karadie 
I felt this way when my bestie died in 2011. i still want to pick up the phone and call.
It’s always difficult. Thanks for your support.
Amazing piece, and the pictured accompaniment really tied it together.
It’s very nice of you. Thanks so much for your feedback.