I am dwelling now,
on friends we had.
The joy and fun,
not being sad.
Many of the friends
of so long ago,
are gone now and so
the memories we have
of happy days, gone by
and the missing friends,
I want to cry.
Where are you now?
Where did you go?
I miss all of you.
The laughter at our jokes,
has gone away
and is only there
in our memory foray.
A Comment by Loy

Nice poem, hard to lose friends but nice to have fond memories.