Not the end but a beginning
This poem I write, I write because your time is growing short
For one day soon you will have to leave and we will grow apart
I wish there was a way for me to change these painful facts
But no matter what happens, this play will happen in acts
For the first part will be hard
As the memories become old and charred
In the second stage you will meet
New friends whom you will gladly greet
You will feel sad at first
Always preparing yourself for the worst
But even though this friendship may wax thin
No one could ever change all the places that we've been
Even then I could be wrong about this whole philosophy
But I've never been wrong and that is what makes this a tragedy
And yes you will find someone else to take the place of him
Admit it gladly and place him in the parts of what has been