years i stood, never knowing;
calling over the turmoil beneath me,
from the pedestals above
(columns created from not- love)

years you stood, believing in what
you thought you saw, though it
was illusion disguised as truth
(somewhat like the "maturity" of youth)

yet years we stood, standing despite
whispers telling otherwise so we now
shimmy down to see love does not depend
(on conditions or ultimatums, just on a friend)

as pedestals crumble time comes apart
and from the ground i can see to your heart
though the story's unfinished and the beginning can't end
my soul sees the truth through the eyes of my friend

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