someone to look up to

she was someone

i looked up to.

her being six feet tall,

what choice did i have.

she put her arm around

my shoulders 

as if i was a small child.

i felt safe with her.

and she liked 

being in charge.

vertically we were challenged,

but horizontally

we matched.

if i needed something

off the high shelf,

there she was.

cobwebs in the corners,

no problem.

i'd have to stand on a box

to kiss her.

sometimes i'd ask

how the weather was

up there, and she'd laugh

despite being asked that

all the time.

she called me short bread.

i miss her and still think

about her, but sadly

it just wasn't meant to last.