I’m one of the things you decided to leave behind.

I used to look forward 

to talking with you every night.
It’s what what got me out 

of bed in the morning, 

it helped scribble some colour 

into the otherwise depressing, 

grey monotony that is my life. 

But now, something seems 

to be overtaking you, 

stealing from me your attention

and your heart and now 

I’m afraid to even call you 

for fear that you won’t pick up. 

I’m glad that you’re moving on 

with your life and continuing 

to be happy, I really am, 

I’m just a little sad that 

I’m one of the things you 

decided to leave behind.