He would call my name everytime I passed,
Offering to lend a helping hand,
He would sing to me of how beautiful I looked,
Yet I didn't even give him a chance

I was too proud to speak to him,
Even while I was hoping one day he'd make it,
I was too angered by the way he called me,
Cos what does this niccur want from me

He greeted everyone,
Both the old and the young,
With an ever smiling face,
He was ready to brighten up our day

He was loved by many,
Yet got stabbed by those he cared for,
His death shook me
Now I'm left to wonder

To wonder what it could have been,
If only we'd been best of friends,
I miss him more than I let know,
I walk by hoping to see him calling my name,
A death that shook me to my wits

Rest on niccur,
You're dearly missed😫