Two friends
found each other last night,
both nursing wounds
from different battles,
different wars.
Both fearful
and insecure
about
future confrontations.

I will be your ally
even though your injuries
may never permit me
to know you
as I would like.
Making you smile
on some gloomy day
or helping you laugh
at your darkest fears
will be my Medals of Honor.

But if it's time you need
to heal the wounds,
I will struggle
with an indefinite truce.
If it's space you need
to breathe and grow,
I will go to war
with myself
to move us
galaxies apart.

Two friends
found and armed
each other
with
trust and patience
last night.
Oh what a comfort
that can be
in this blanket of darkness
following the cold war.