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.