Height

It was nice to be;
in your shade,
along your branch,
under your wing

It was comforting that,
you towered over me

It's been awhile
and all it took
to see you again
was reaching out
like before

Now it's nice to be;
at your head,
seeing your face,
your eyes in my sight

It's okay you can't comfort me like before,
it can't help that we're now about the same height