I looked you in the face last night...

L looked you in the face last night.
Death,
and found only
my darling's face,
its tender contours
civilising the jeer
of your surly skull's
mocking grimace.

I saw you as you were, my friend. 

I watched the struggle
in every line of your body
and your dear face,
unable to raise a hand
to strike a blow in the battle.