The day of my closest and farthest friend,

Day of the reminiscing but never regretting growing.

He is the one buried deep in everyone's hearts,

But only a few of us love him enough to realize.

His only desire ignores the playful things

He tells us about her in front of everyone.

Little respect short of nothing but a demand,

And hypocritical remarks about his bent fingers.

He was the one who faked his ego.

He was always the one I felt the worst about,

And he still managed to lift my weight.

He begged for me to forget, but they still

Make up stories in a memorable setting.

Side by side, flying our airplane.

We were one in the same, the closest

From the beginning whispers to my final jump.