You will be missed

THIS ISN'T REALLY A POEM BUT THERE WAS A KID AND HIS NAME WAS DUSTIN AND HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND WELL AT SCHOOL ON FRIDAY WE SPENT THE WHOLE DAY TOGETHER WE HAD TALKED ABOUT STUFF WE HAD NEVER TALKED ABOUT BEFORE WELL WHEN THE BELL RANG FOR ALL OF USE TO GO HOME WE SAID GOODBYE LIKE WE USE TO AND ON MONDAY THE FOLLOWING WEEK HIS MOM CAME TO SCHOOL INSTEAD OF HIM AND SHE TOLD USE THAT HE HAD DIES IN A QUAD ACCIDENT FRIDAY NIGHT AND HIS MOM WAS SO SAD BUT WHEN SHE WAS DONE SHE CAME AND TALKED TO ME AND SHE TOLD ME SHE WANTED ME TO HAVE SOME OF HIS THINGS AND I TOLD HER OKAY I WOULD LOVE TO BUT THIS STORY IS MOSTLY ABOUT BEST FRIENDS FOR EVERYONE THAT READS THIS WRITE NOW TAKE THE TIME AND TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT THEM CAUSE I DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE TO DO THAT AND I REGRET IT ALOT AND I DON'T WANT YOU TO REGRET IT...