Final Goodbye

I stood by
And watched the casket get lowered
As I silently whispered my final goodbye

Quietly I stared and started to cry
I had always hoped
That he would never die

I had known he was ill
But he would just sit there
And quietly take his pill

When his heart stopped beating
I had almost completely
Stopped eating

And now here we are
In his final place
Now my heart has a scar

" I love you."
I say and I strain to hear
For him to say " I love you too."

" Goodbye."
I whisper
" You were such a great guy."