Will He remember Me? by Andrieka

Death is drawing near, I can hear you crying.
But you cannot stop its approach.
Death is coming faster now, like a long, loud train
That only I can see and hear.
Please don't cry my friend,
I am going soon but we will meet again.
Death is close at hand, please hold me my friend.
Death is but a foot step away, I will miss you my friend.
A loud noise then all is quiet ...
I can hear no more because death has arrived.
My friend stands up and carries on without me.
Will he remember me?