Wish He Was Here Poem by Jamie Drake

There he is standing there,
His hand stretched out to help me up,
He pulls and I just go.
He stands with me through the thick and thin,
We hold hands,
He’s not here anymore,
But I can still feel the body heat he gives off.
He had to move,
My friends are standing there next to me in support when he is gone,
I just wish upon a star that he was here to just hold me.
To tell me how much he loves me every single day.
He writes, I write but each time my heart beat skips a beat.
I just wish he was here with me.