The Note

I found a note that an old friend had given me before he moved.

I found it 
Has been sitting there for about a year  
Alone in a corner for it to stay  
Ever since that one tragic day 
I look at it in pure fear 
Just trying not to shed a tear 

I go back to the memory 
Problems everywhere on my math sheet 
Right next to me 
The empty seat 

So hard for me not to cry 
Just have to try and try 
Why did he have to go 
I feel my heart beating in my head 
Knowing that I am already dead 

I then come back to reality 
And sit there sobbing sadly 
  

Author's Note

hope this poem touches you the way finding the note touched me.