Growth.

Out of your loving warmth I grew

As I grew I stole from you

You never cared how we both changed

or how at your loss I would gain

Through the years we both grew cold

Now you're not here, and I am old

I do still wish we weren't so distal

but you are melt, and I am crystal.

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