After so long of
offering myself for you
to lean on, I started becoming only
your crutch. You molded me, or maybe
I, in my eagerness to be
what you needed, shaped
myself to your needs. And now you
are healing, and though that was all
I ever wanted, you have no need
for a crutch. You rested
your weight on me until I
would creak and come so close
to the breaking point, and yet still
somehow pull through. But you
are whole again, and so don'’t
look back, cast me aside and forget
all I once was.