An Ode to an Ode

If I am the left, then you are my right
You are the day that completes my night
You are my wings
You've been my wheels
You are the happy in my happy meals

You are the insanity that keeps me sane
When I have been down, you've been my crane
You are my medicine
My therapy, my cure
My little less, my little more.

If I am the question you're the reply
The tissue I'd choose to keep my tears dry
You are my coffee,
And my iced tea
You've always been what I need you to be.

If I am the music then you are my lyric
If I am the film, you are my critic
You are the reason
My confusion requires
The splash of love that douses my fires

If I am winter, you are my layers
To my round table, you are the chairs
I was a stranger
You called me friend
If I am the start then you are my end

You are the one I can never replace
If I am the mirror, you are my face
I am the goblet, you are my wine
You are my devil and my light divine.

Some people meant to find each other
To travel in tandem today and forever
Thank you for being
The you that you are
My sister, my friend, my light, my star.

*I wrote this in reply to a very dear friend who wrote me a beautiful thanksgiving ode, hence the title.