I am my best and oldest friend

I am my best and oldest friend.
I was the first thing I remembered.
And when I started to pretend,
To my first games I got surrendered.

I was with me first time to school,
And definitely by the blackboard.
I never left me, that’s the rule.
Wherever to. Forward or backward…

I liked my smile and curly hair.
I liked the way I looked at people.
And when they played not so fair,
I did my best to fix this ripple.

I told when cheeks were blushing red
And tears dropped down on opened letter:
“I should have done as I have said” –
Because I knew that I knew better…

I helped me with my heart first time,
Put it together, crashed and broken.
I prompted me with my first rhyme
And kept it deep, not outspoken.

The final day. Cathedral bells
Will tell me: “There is no tomorrow”.
Then I will go someplace else,
The place with no death or sorrow.

But do I need eternal bliss?
Do I believe in neverendship?
I will come back with angel’s kiss
And find another lifetime friendship…