I know that lovers feel sad,

I know that widows cry,
I know widowers swallow hard and try
To keep up with some pride,
When a partner dies.
And for many, years later,
The pain still remains in their heart
And memories that won't be filed away,
But keep coming back again and again.

But no-one had the strength to tell me,
That the passing of a dear friend,
Is maybe just as hard.
Because after all these years,
I'm still missing you, friend.