This is a poem that is burned in my soul, written long time ago when I kind of died too, because friends, true friends are like brother and sisters, taking with them, when they go, a part of you that will never return.
She was that, a friend, no more and no less than that...the only one that when she went, made me weep like not other before or ever since.

I walked through frozen landscapes,
colder than my heart is none.

A meeting chance made you my friend,
forever, that stick around and never go,
but sudden illness, made with many tears,
like a burglar came, and left me alone.

Still can see your fragile hand waiving,
by the shadows on many summers,
when smiles set sparkling in your eyes
saying to us “you are the most welcome”

I heard the softly murmur, a question
reflected in your voice,
confronting destiny by asking why?
but as always it is, getting no response.

Slowly ebbing excruciating time,
it wasn’t an eagle ready to soar,
just a wounded little sparrow, a final
weak twitch on its wings an it was gone.

No one deserve to be abandoned with
such a hollow and unforgiving void,
which no tears will ever fill
and no heart could ever mourn.

No farewell as the right to be
that final, than empty of any hope,
no one can had deserved
to walk with that pain…alone.

How can one stop the wind from
blowing a soul inside a storm?
shake a hand which isn’t there or
look in the eyes that sparkle no more?

Tomorrow and again the day after,
the world will remember with daffodil flowers,
with words, butterflies, spring and the sound
of distant bells from the old church’s tower.

What is going to be left will be the silence,
the blind’s image of a dark and unknown world,
the scattered pieces of fading memories
and the far away echoes of your voice.

I walked through a frozen landscape
made of gray and cold tombstones,
I was crying your name, my friend,
but there was no one to come.

I wished to stop the hand to carve
your name in a frozen rock,
to bring yesterday when you were there
with you happy face brighter than the sun.

When your eyes were closing down I wished
to be the owner of every spoken word,
and say good-bye with a tender language,
that only you, my friend, understood.

Tomorrow will be other frozen landscapes,
but colder than my heart…will be none.