Death of an "old one"

There are some special bounds with the ones that we grew up with and / or maybe played in the same team as throughout our childhood and youth. A time, when our personalities were being shaped and our lives still were "innocent". Before all hell came crashing down... Even if it passes some 20 years, and we receive a death note about a former beloved and gold-hearted friend. One that we keep in our hearts and memories having a heart of gold, we feel broken... This little poem is for all of you.