Philia I
Unsuspecting
I hear the footsteps swift and thunderous
Unafraid of acknowledgement
The beginning of a scream builds
The air vibrates, silence is pierced
I do not turn in time
The gasp is forced out,
Feet stumble forward
A guided missile, the target found
Broken peace the only reward
The brush of curls against a cheek
The feel of a friend on my back
Arms tight around my torso
The bubble of solitude broken,
Solidarity unspoken
Unanimous in thought and action
Contact breaks
Ties already laid do not
A turn, the pivot of feet
Relaxed shoulders and a smile at the ready
Already knowing as to what will be there
Something already found,
Nurtured and fought for and held precious
A small thing molded into something strong
Created by two pairs of hands
Experience forged it, Memory guarded it
Coming to fruition between sharp words and laughter
Ours to keep and ours to break
And for it,
Everything