You Are
You are light
and warmth
when my soul is frozen.
You are a symphony of quiet
when my insides
are too loud.
You are peace
in the vortex of chaos
that is life.
You are thunder,
shaking me from
stillness.
You are a brilliant light,
eclipsing the darkness
that enshrouds my heart.
You are not
mine.
You will never be
mine.
But for the time I have you—
for as long as you are with me—
I will count you as mine.
You are a facet of friendship
I never thought to seek—
nor knew I needed.