The loss Of a Bosom Friend

Little did I know I was going to lose
you to the cold hands of death.
It was a decade when Bryan was
Called by his Ancestor.
His Death was a bombshell! leaving
every member of his family and
7. myself devastated.

Seeing the photograph we took at the
Swimming pool some years ago
bring back all the memories we once
11. shared together.

Bryan used to be a close friend
before his unpremeditated departure
He is one in a million for we grew up
together.
Nothing attracted me to Bryan than
his temperate Posture.
We both understood each other
because we believes there's more
to friendship.
Losing Bryan to a car accident is a big
blow to my face.
How I wish I was there to safe a
darling friend!
But who can stop the call of an
26. Ancestors?
©Aishantel poem Olio