Missing You Poem about Friends

Poem About Best Friend Dying Without Saying Goodbye

My best friend died on my first day of school my sophomore year. It was very traumatic for me and my classmates. Our parents didn't seem to understand. I wrote this poem to help process the emotions I felt when my friend was torn from me so suddenly.

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It's been a super bad start to this year. It seems like every week I have had to say goodbye to those I considered so dear. Many I didn't even get to talk to one last time. It's put me in a...

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My Best Friend Died

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Published: July 2015

My best friend has gone away.
No more will we laugh and play,
No more games and whispered secrets shared.
No more comfort knowing she cared.

My best friend is dead and gone,
Never again to tag along
With me to the park or mall
Or have a sleepover or do anything at all.

I wish that I could have said goodbye,
Told her I would miss her; somehow I must try.
I have so much left to say.
I know! I will write my goodbye and send it her way.

In a note written down, then sent by fire and flame,
In a bottle on the sea, or a gift by her grave,
Or perhaps I will whisper it, and send it on a prayer
And imagine her reading it and knowing I care.

My best friend has died, nothing that can change.
But at least now I have said goodbye.
Farewell, dear friend; I will hold your memory in my heart
So as long as I live, we are never truly apart.

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  • by Patti Goff
  • 8 months ago

It's been a super bad start to this year. It seems like every week I have had to say goodbye to those I considered so dear. Many I didn't even get to talk to one last time. It's put me in a state of depression, so I turned to this site to get some needed inspiration to cope with the hardest one yet, my brother-in-law who was there for me even before I met his brother. He was my protector for many years as I became a widow, and I helped him through some heartache times. It's so very hard knowing I'll never hear his, "Hey Princess, how are you?" I don't believe I'll ever be the same inside because losing your friends you grew up with is so very hard. It brings about your own destiny in life.

  • by Safoora Azam
  • 2 years ago

Last week my best friend was in an accident, and she died on the spot. This news came as a shock to me in the early morning. I could not believe my ears. I reached the hospital and saw her lying down with no pulse, pale and cold.
When I read this poem, all the sweet memories, our fights, and our journey together just flashed back. I can't get over her. It seems so fresh, like she is still with me. Of course she is. She will remain in my thoughts, in my heart forever. Wish I could say goodbye, but why would I say that when she is alive in me, my thoughts, and my heart? R.I.P Krishna Lakshmi. Love you, miss you!

  • by Josh
  • 2 years ago

As I read this poem, memories of a close friend who was murdered 14 months ago came flooding back. I fell in love with this poem and sent it to his mother and sisters and posted it on the group his mom made for him on Facebook. If I keep coming across poems like this one, I have to send them to his mother. R.I.P Lil Josh "buggy the goon."

  • by Kat, Chicago
  • 3 years ago

It's never good to leave important words unsaid. I can feel the pain in this; it makes a lot of sense, based on my own experience. Hugs to the poet.

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