I buried a friend, casket closed. This secret I never disclosed. For others, he is still alive. For others, he is still with strife, For others, he is still my friend, For others did not see the end. No one will know what went unsaid, No one - that I'm friends with the dead. The hand of no one holds my hand; The no one who was once my friend. The countless moments we've crossed, Where did it go, our friendship - lost. Forgive that I am not scolding you, But that in silence mourning you. But what is this madness I write, Surely no one I knew has died. And while my life not long since begun, Yet so many close friends are gone.
