Remember those times on our bikes?
Those times were fun, lives divine.
Same initials, and same place,
this shock, is so hard to embrace.
I don’t know anymore,
what should I do?
My best friend is lost,
in all this ink of blue
I think back on all our thoughts
and see the laughs we had,
but..as these memories go on,
why do I feel so sad?
Maybe knowing that this might be goodbye,
and fate taught us a lesson
that we’ll meet again..
Maybe in heaven.
