I Know You

This is a poem about the friend who died...

I know you,
Sitting there,
With tears staining your face,
Watching them take his body away,
Slipping a sheet across his face,

I know you,
Standing near a grave,
With tears staining your face,
Holding flowers,
The cold wind blowing your hair,

I know you,
Sitting at a table,
With tears staining your face,
Sipping cold coffee
And staring into space,

I know you,
Remembering a friend,
With a smile slowly creeping across your face,
Holding a picture
With a smiling boy,
An arm around your shoulder,
A picture of friends,
So happy on a summer day,

I know you,
With a single tear sliding down your cheek,
You are the sorrow of my heart.