You

Around you,

endorphins flowed when we talked,

constant tries to make me laugh,

floated rather than walked,

butterflies in my stomach.

***

But now,

my serotonins low,

you couldn’t be less funny,

I’ve fallen off cloud nine,

the butterflies have died.

We reached our pinnacle, life was great.

We were at the top but, what then?

No “breaking through the glass ceiling” for us, we just stopped.

Only direction was down.

Falling endlessly, down this mountain we worked so hard to climb.

You didn’t care where we landed.

You never cared.

***

And now,

Your name,

I see an unfamiliar word.

Your voice,

I hear nails on a chalkboard.

Your messages,

I might as well be at a dead letter office.

You,

I see a stranger.