I held you up higher than myself. It’s time you came down.

I put you on a pedestal since the day we met.

By association – by your recognition, of me – by a constant reminder of home away from home.

High enough to always be just out of reach, I spent the majority of our friendship trying to figure out how to bring you back down.

This is not your fault. You did not ask me to hold you so high.

But it wasn’t until this past year that I realized my arms didn’t have to be this tired.

 

 

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