With the same cloth

With the same cloth that binds us
we will be broken.
Sadly, and most certainly,
the right way to do this,
you will no longer cleave through me

I have the wherewithal to see
that with all you've been,
when I needed you
where I needed your touch...
you will still always be just my friend.

And so thank you,
for showing me a part of
this slice of heaven
even if it was just so I could learn
it is not meant for me.