friendship

knowing that tomorrow will be the very same
hoping that tonight you will have uttered my name
searching for the comfort in the darkness that surrounds
i held your hand, you led me, i was lost but now am found

you think too little of yourself because you’re modest
i think it’s a gift, modesty: never the oddest
thing to cross my mind, least of all your loyalty
trustworthiness, capacity to love, and seeming fragility

smile for me just one last time before i leave this place
enlighten me with everything in that one last embrace
erase the sadness, tears, and loss of hope upon your face
our friendship holds forevermore: it is our saving grace