I miss - a poem

I miss June

I miss being new

I miss being motivated

I miss pretending like I knew

I miss being recognised every other week

I miss when I only had one

I miss when I didn’t feel obligated

I miss when staff was manageable

Sure, I’ve met great people

And sure, now when I’m recognised it’s

a big surprise

But still

I miss when I was new

I miss people who are now gone

I miss staff that have now left

And I miss myself

When I was motivated

I miss the motivation most of all

Sure my poetry did better

And continues to do better

Than my hypnosis series

My writing

Am i just feeding the algorithm?

But time es.

New people step in

You get left behind and forgotten

1K + minutes a week

Turns to 300

Told you’re not active enough

And things change

I miss when I was known as Silus

I miss when I was just.. there for people

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Guess who’s regretting going on hiatus

Tbf I’m regretting debating leaving

Sometimes I even regret ing

But now you get this poem