maranatha

i hope we will be friends; you and I,
If not in all seasons, then perhaps until
Winter's silence appears and footsteps outside
become unwise.

Will you lead me? Through unknown doors;
Barricade me, protect me from all assailants?
Cocoon me enough to hear breathing, awkwardly conscious,
Until you and I are one and friends no more.

I hope your syllables, uttered faithlessly each day
Will be enough.