We know each other in crisp fall air,
We know each other in sips.
We know each other within the sync of steam,
Within the movement of our lips.
There comes a time when all we need
Is the comfort of this that we know.
The occupied space of a subtle hand,
A whisper that settles the soul.
You are a song, a secret, a puzzle, a scream—
the joke from my book,
my unfocused look,
my silent epiphany.
You are my friend—
A symbol of what appears without asking.
I didn’t ask for this blessing.
There is no need.
You are a poem to welcome the afternoon.