In the quiet whispers of the night,
When shadows dance with ghostly light,
Friendship’s bond remains so strong,
Though one has left, they still belong.

Through tears that fall like morning dew,
Memories of laughter, pure and true,
In hearts they live, forever bright,
A flame that cuts through death’s dark night.

As dawn approaches, skies anew,
We feel their presence, close and true,
An ethereal touch, a silent cheer,
In our souls, they linger near.

For friendship’s love can never fade,
Beyond the grave, it’s boldly made,
In life and death, it stands the test,
A bond eternal, ever blessed.