I remember the day we met
Me, just eight, but with a stubborn set
I knew right away you would be my friend
in my heart until the end.
You ran up to the car, a grin on your face
You had lost your music; what a disgrace
But instead of crying or hunting it down
You had come to meet us, to show us around.
I remember my mothers birthday
Your laughter at my determination to get in the way
Wanting to 'help' you make her cake
eating the icing as it baked.
You taught me my love for sweets and treats
The cooking I did (and the raw mixes I'd eat)
And even now, I still carry on
Though its not the same, now your gone.
I remember when you moved out
I curled up on my bed, tears about.
You came up to ask me what was wrong
And I said, crying, you would be going for long
You would never come back, to see us again
You laughed, and called me your sisterly pain
saying you would be there ever weekend
until we got bored of you, no longer wanting you as a friend.
I remember the day you changed
just short of twelve, and yet I was afraid
For you were screaming and shouting at us
So I hid in the car while mum tried to calmly discuss
But you didn’t want to hear
You said you didn’t want us near
So mum slowly nodded and we drive away;
And I was too scared to say my goodbye.
I remember never seeing you again:
The call came a month later, along with crippling pain
As silent tears dripped down my face
and I knew no one would ever take your place
for you were like a brother for those short years
and that mean the memories couldn’t be washed away by any tears
But what it did was brought guilt and grief
If I had said goodbye, would your life would have been as brief?
I remember the day we buried you
The calls of Kites above as they flew
We put you down to the Last Post
The only sound in the cemetery host
I sat down by your side
Sat in silence, finally dry eyed
And I whispered with a quite sigh
the words I never said to you: my own goodbye.