A Lost Friend

Three times I’ve called,

And still no answers at all.

None of you can hear a sound,

Buried so deep under the ground.

This grief reeks

As my heart beats.

But yours has stopped

And while your blood was mopped,

Right up off the floor,

Images of your face spread like decor.

Enjoying myself with family and a friend,

I had no idea I’d never see you again.

It’s time no more stories came to an end

For far too many have

And became a lost friend..