Ode to the platonic lover

Misty eyed

You took me in

With open arms

And steaming tea-

We both didn’t like

But we had anyway-
Because we both knew

I needed

A distilled manifestation

Of the warmth

We promised 

Each other.

Slowly burning embers

Of togetherness

In the coldness

Of the vast wilderness.

Huddled together

Warming our hands

From the remains

Of broken loves

Of betrayed trusts

Of burdened change.

We tested so many

Through the itch 

Of time

Through the pricks

Of mistakes

Through the fire

In our souls.

Only we survived

Whole and pure-

Bhumati,

Daughter of the earth-

The doubted,

The triumphant,

The true protector.

But someday

We will never see 

Each other again.

And someday

When I call upon 

The earth to part

You will be by my side.