Where have you now gone, my greatest friend?
Always meant to be together, yet absent at the end
Believe me when I say, I would trade in everything
To place upon your hand, one simple golden ring
I am already dead, but not, I would take my life this night
For without you by my side, I see only ghosts left in my sight
My love for you I see, still lingers in my mind
Such happiness as with you again, I shall never find
Without you here with me, I have nothing left to gain
And where there was once you, all is left, is yearning pain.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Haernos, in the year 109 MA.