Losing a friend is never easy,
Whether it be of this world or virtual reality.
And there are people that wouldn't believe me,
that because he wasn't here and breathing
Or because it was a friendship only briefly
That once it ended, it didn't still affect me.
You see there was drama over amour
And he choose to walk out the door
Not just away from the one who roared and called for war
But he couldn't face the community anymore.
So he said his goodbyes and left our hearts sore.
And the pain we feel from this affliction
Is a result of the dispossession
in a chilling deprivation
caused by the absence of him.
He is completely irretrievable.
Unfortunately, those who tried the unachievable
Were ultimately unable to relieve the grievable truth
that he would not change his mind.
And although he remained faceless
and all together nameless,
he imprinted on our hearts none the less.
But I digress...
He left me with this advice
that I might recite
as his last rite,
'Do whatever you can to ensure your happiness
and hold on tight when you find it.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem