Memoirs Of A Lost Friend Poem by francis harrison

Down by my beside, My room quiet still.
A pen in my hand, a sheet on my knee;
All my thoughts i want to pour into it,
But i still cant let go of what used to be;

U used to be here when i needed to talk;
My life i poured out to you like an overflowing cup;
No doubt u knew the littlest part of me;
No doubt u saw a future and believed in my dream;

I remember the quarrels, remember the fights;
Somehow it seemed that they made us tight;
Dont know if i was a good friend, if i was a bore to you;
And though u had ur flaws, I found a friend so true.

So i channel my thoughts, to the ink in this pen;
As i scribble on this sheet, the things i ought to share;
As i look at what ive written, i cry life’s not fair;
Cos the words staring at me are:
I MISS YOU MY FRIEND......