I met you by the terrace walls when we were young
I was more graceful and prettier, but you were more interesting
And from then, you'd snagged my heart
I found myself entangled in you and we became inseparable—
The tightest pair of friends that wall had ever seen.

From there, I moved on to my father's pergola—a beautiful sight
Surrounded by cousins of daisies and roses with thorns
You didn't feel special when we were not alone
And craned yourself away from me as far as possible to listen
To the wind and our cousins below.

Next you found me stretched against the columns
Of my mother's porch—as if we were playing a magnificent
Game of hide and seek. You climbed up
To meet me more than halfway and promised never to leave
My side again, be it for the wind or my cousins or solitude.

And at the end, I chose to rest on the walls and columns
Of my balcony and you followed me as you said you would.
We had grown so much although you were much bigger
And I could see how much we'd changed. Still, we were
still entangled. We were still the same.

And like vines, we intertwined.
And slowly began to droop with age.