Hollow

What’s left inside him?
Don’t he remember us?
Can’t he believe me?
We seemed like bothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can’t feel…
No one knows
What’s done is done
It’s as if he were dead
I’m close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what’s remembered
It’s so important to make best friends in life
But it’s hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows