For a Friend

We've done what needed doing
There is nothing left to do
But still we search for something
To maintain that link to you.

We compete to tell our stories
We play the songs that played
We seek out ageing photos
And retrace the steps you made.

We compile our mental archives
Of the things you used to say
But in spite of all our efforts
You begin to slip away.

I will not keep contriving
Ways to keep you feeling near
The time to cling that tightly
Was back then, when you were here.

So this is the last message
That I feel that I should send
Goodnight, God bless, I love you
And I'm glad you were my friend.