My Special Friend

I've been displaced;

I feel misplaced.

Left, forgotten.

Then I found a new home.

And it's only home because of one person:

my new friend.

I've made a friend.

If I believed in God, I'd say he made her,

for me.

Whatever made her broke the mold

(there could only ever be one of her)

She props me up;

I try to support her.

She's become everything to me.

And though I try to resist, I can't.

She's with someone

but I shan't

give up on her.

She is she. 

The same as me is me: unique.

Not sure I should say the next bit;

I was falling

and now I've fallen.

There,

I said it.