Goodbye

He raised his hand and waved goodbye
As he ran out the door.
No one ever stopped to think
He might not be there anymore.
He was late for school, they went too fast,
The icy road was slick,
They took a curve, the car spun out,
The crash was oh so quick.
I never got to say goodbye,
He was so quickly gone,
The shock just blew my heart apart,
My life could not go on.
I spent the next months mourning him
And praying it wasn't true.
I tried to think of how he'd feel
And what he'd want me to do.
It took some time but I finally knew
What he would have to say:
"Friends don't really say 'goodbye,'
but 'we'll meet again someday.'"

(A note about this poem: I wrote it when I was quite a few years younger than I am now, probably when I was about 14 or 15. It's part of a mourning process I've been going through since I was 9, when one of my best friends died in a car accident. It's not an example of my current writing, but it's a poem I feel needs to be shared because there is too little literature, in my opinion, dealing with the death of a child as experienced by another child.)