Trip

Nick:
Weeks ago I sent you a poem. It went something like this:
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a while ago,
when i tripped on the curb,
you promised me that no matter what
you'd catch me before i fell,
with a hug and a shoulder to cry on.
but where are you now?
i can see your shadow up ahead,
walking away,
your reflection
getting smaller
each day.
i called out to you,
but instead of catching me
you let me fall
and i skinned my knee.
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Your letter took a long time to get back, and I almost forgot about the poem until you wrote this.
Is this about me? Because if it is, I'm sorry. I would've caught you if I were closer.
I don't know whether I should love you more or hate you. Because you were right. I want someone to be there for me no matter what, and I wanted- no, want- that person to be you. But you're too far, and you would let me slip without realizing it. You can't be that person, but I can't give it up.
So please, just catch me or abandon me. Don't reach out your hand, when you're hundreds of miles away.