I smiled at her laughter,
She was the only thing that I'd be waiting for.
The best of friends,
Forever and always.
But stupid me.
For enjoying such a good thing,
Something as good as,
Something as special,
As friendship.
She was taken.
Swiftly and quietly, 
So silently I never knew.
I felt incomplete when I was,
Unregretablly told.
Like a part of me missing.
Gone. Taken.
I cried for days.
Years it felt like.
No one understood.
I was isolated in my own grief.
Forever and always.
Until one day,
I am, of course,
Reunited once again.
With my friend.
Brook Williams