A friend is gone again without saying goodbye

Not sure of dawn tomorrow
If it were my last supper
These words the last I utter
Or… from relentless death there are few more breaths to borrow
Flight of life so inconsistent in time
Its musings like music of wind chimes

A friend is gone again without saying goodbye
It’s not in the nature of man but life
She belongs to none her treachery so rife
So why be sad why cry
Leave of friends one can’t be sure of one’s self
Never know when it is time to say goodbye