Friend

When you craned your neck to look for God, you invited me
I always came
When you dove in the depths of unknowns and water-filled craters that looked black and scary, you invited me
I always came

You kept me in the water, I kept you afloat
Our feet were always wet, our hands always dirty
Our hearts clean with the purified air of God's breath

Winter

Winter,
Your company is limited to the rusted, dangling, empty tire-swings and the barren branches that hold them.
I'm sorry.