Call them let-outs

So a few days ago I realised that I appreciate friendship in such a way that I am feeling very lonely now.

How does it feel to have many leaves of different sizes and shapes to adore, but not a single branch to hold on to when you need to grasp it?

How does it feel to have so many ceilings and roofs to hide you away from the rain and shine, but no wall to lean on to when you need support?

How does it feel to be a waterfall that never stops running water but no plunge pool to receive you and break your fall?

Just don't misinterpret.