Lost Friend

A container
It has more soul than a sock with a hole
Gifted to me from a friend with a good goal,
To travel to the heart of Switzerland,
A land of joy and fun
On which the sun rains its light
With beauty and might
I will keep this until the end of time,
With it will come the soul of a friend of mine
Met him in school when we were nine
I will miss him, he will miss me, we will miss each other
This container awakens memories of him and I
When I’m asleep, it speaks to me of my friend
Saying he will be back, but I know that is not true
He is gone and will not come back
And that is why he is my lost friend.