Companions

People come, people go.
Like seasons and the winds, 
They change. 

With you, I can sit in a ruined city
And paint the heavens
And, like a mountaintop that touches
The clouds,
I want to touch your touch.

You're a stranger, who I know well, 
A strange dreamer who knew me well.
We wear each other's skins.

A savior, a hot cup of chocolate
In winter,
A book that my mother reads,
You're a temple for my broken mind
And healed heart.

After all, we're:
Companions of each other's
Sacred scars,
Storming in a tea cup,
Frothing in a coffee.