Anto

My best friend,
died today,
now i watch,
where he lay.
Tears stream down,
down my face,
i sit there praying to God,
he\'s in a better place.
there are a few people
around his burial spot,
standing there,
on the cold cemetary lot.
I remember all,
the mememories we had
the embarrassing and happy,
the good and the bad.
he can\'t leave,
this can\'t be the end,
he was too young to die,
he was my best friend.
That driver shouldn\'t of been drinking,
he should have been more cautious
now these thoughts,
are making me nausiatious.
I wish him luck,
and then turn around,
i dont look back,
I stare at the ground.