Comrades

an expected encounter
a very long acquaintance
allies in one soul
comrades in the same form

mirror is how we see each other
reflection is how we watch each other
her "good morning" is as cold as dew
her "good night" is as calm as the moon
her voice is as loud as my silent

when the world was too bright for my sight
she guided me as a black shadow
when darkness came to devour me
she shouted with her loudest cry

i told her most of the time "soon, I'll be gone"
and she never sighed to rephrase "I'll stay"
her warm smile caused me to look down

deep into the unknown.