I used to get excited when I would see you.
That has faded.
I’m no longer Elated.
This isn’t what I’m used to.
I used to get butterflies.
I can’t tell the last time I felt them.
I’m still golden.
Even when you don’t hear my cries.
Your eyes no longer show me fireworks.
You’re so distant lately.
The connections vary.
I no longer come first
Crissy DXCII
Yoursupermom
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