Writing this poem,
although sad,
I spent one last time,
with my best friend,
it's all I asked for,
holding him close,
to my smooth body,
while stroking his hair.
He lies so peacefully,
happy to see me again,
loving my touch,
as I massage him,
from the stress,
he's been under.
Don't worry for me,
I'll just make you sad,
if any tears fall,
from my sadden face,
just smile to me,
and I know your,
going to come home,
to me my friend.
Saying goodbye again,
is the hardest thing,
I ever have done,
but I will wait,
once again for,
four months to see,
you once again.
Saying goodbye finally,
tears falling...