Corruscating Uncertainty

You

You used to be my favorite cup of coffee,
You used to be my favorite playlist,
You're ears were always there to hear my echoes, screams and laughters.
You were there when I was both rejoicing and aching.
Then we became used to it without realizing its redundancy brings lackluster.

Perhaps, things have changed.
You eventually had your own taste of coffee,
Your song became the saddest melody.
You ended shutting your door.

I guess your silence speaks for realization,
This time you have to live for your own,
Seize every doors of possibilities,
Embrace the beauty of every sunrise, sunsets and rainbows.
Care for your own self with abundance of love and respect.

Maybe, I should learn to savor my own coffee,
Rediscover my own music and paint my thoughts into creative words.