Reconstruction?

Wanting more from a friendship.

Placing those orange, green, and
Blue wooden blocks in a
Good formation was hard.
They had to be tall
To make a big building.
I spent hours constructing and shaping it.
When it was just right, I'd step back, marvel,
And then...Crash!
Toppling those blocks over after finishing
My masterpiece was fun at three...
But you and I didn't build anything
Out of wooden blocks.
As you tower over me
Like the tall buildings I used to make,
I wonder how to tell you
What I feel without toppling over
What we built.
Long talks over lunches on Thursdays
So I would eat.
Well needed hugs of encouragement from
Strong, solid arms.
A place to crash when I couldn't drive home.
A place to study when there wasn't one.
Long talks over lunches on Tuesdays
So you could eat.
Hugs that say everything will be alright.
I don't want to destroy those blocks
Because I can't put them back.
I'm not three anymore.