He passed away,
nearly three years ago today.
And it feels like he passed away yesterday.

And so I grieve,
but I do believe,
I will see him someday again.

But one day, to my surprise,
he was at my house,
in the dead of night.

Came to visit for a while,
just to show he was alive,
and doing well.
But I didn't know...

He was my friend,
from start to end.
A bond that could not be broken,
just by man.
We both shook hands.

I couldn't believe my eyes,
the way he just,
took me by surprise.

We rejoiced,
and relaxed,
and he told his jokes,
and I subtly laughed.
But I didn't know...

And I smile,
there are tears of joy,
I can't believe he's here before my eyes.

He smiles back,
wipes the tears from my eyes,
and he does what he has never done before,
he cries.

He says he loves me,
slowly hugs me,
shakes my hand again,
and says,
"goodbye bestfriend".
And that was the end.
The sun rose again.
And I slowly watched him,
as he ascended,
into heaven.