To all the friends I’ve loved before

This is really just something I wrote while spiraling about one of my friends. We are still best friends!

Her fingers long and lithe graze 

The edge of my shirt and I grab them 

And grip them tight.

She takes many forms, goes by many names. 

I’ve witnessed her transform endlessly.

She grows before me still

And I live in fear of the day she becomes 

Too big even for me.

When the time comes,

When I am paralyzed by freakish awe,

I remember all the times she’s visited me before.

And I know again I must allow her to crush me.

In a year, maybe two, she will come again

As a pathetic mite the size of my thumb.

But eventually, she will grow to epic proportions

And squash me like the bug she once was.

And I will remain forever trampled, unchanged.

I will never grow.