Ta Ta My Friend - Friendship Poetry

It was our talk,
The very last;
First words of her,
Made my senses blur;
Nothing could I think,
My heart started sink;
Leap by leap,
In blood very deep;
In eyes a thick ring,
Appear'd with bloody tinge;
I couldn't talk as,
As I thought to has;
I could have hears,
Nothing but her tears;
Alas! I could never feed,
Ever her pious need;
I heard the last she could coo,
Brother, I love you.