Why did I feel like I was always standing in the shadows when I was with you?
You were there in your glory.
Strong and powerful.
And I followed behind, a wisp of a girl.
You were headstrong and heat filled.
But you were somehow a light.
A light telling me what was good and what was wrong.
Which way my life should be heading.
Which paths to steer clear from.
The paths you had followed were forbidden but they had a powerful lure.
I wanted to walk down them in your shoes.
But your shoes never fit.
My feet were too small and my heart too light.
Then you left.
The pain got too bad and you couldn't stand.
I wasn't even there for you.
I was gone away.
Adamantium.
It was like life's blood for you.
It held you in check.
The primal rage it fought off.
I never thought a metal could separate man from animal.
I never thought about the dreams it made real.
I remember when you were there to bash some sense into my head.
To teach me how to fight.
Even though I felt it wasn't neccesary; you knew.
You knew that one day I wouldn't be able to slip away.
You knew I'd need the strength.
And you're not dead, but it feels like you are.
The person I knew isn't the same.
So it feels like you've left me.
Alone and afraid.
But I will remember the things you told me.
And I will remember the paths not to take.
I will remember you.
And one day when I am haunted by the sweet smell of cigar smoke,
I will think of you again and all you meant to me.
I will remember how you were my beacon of light when I was standing in the dark.
I will think of you fondly.
Now and forever.
Especially when I need guidance in the dark.
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