My Friends Poem by chris schwartz

Had I wanted you to know,
I would have told you.
My suffering
Is my own.
I claim it,
And worship it,
For it is the only thing
I can guard,
And call "Me."
Your face,
Your beautiful face,
Will be remembered
As just that,
And my ghost,
Will be remembered
The same way.
Allthat I hope for,
Lies in the candlelight,
Watching shadows
Dance upon the wall.
It is then,
That you will close your eyes,
And think of me,
Smiling.
Just know,
That I had that moment too.