my throat constricts,
feeling closed when I see
where you’ve been,
what you’ve achieved,
who you’ve become.
when I haven’t reached those goals
and forgotten how far I’ve come
and all those other great things I did.
forgetting that you held me,
and that I too listened to you in the dark.
your friendship a blanket warming me
when I was determined to lay bare
in the cold.

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