My Dear Sir
The glow is gone
Oh…the interest remains
Though now it merely simmers
and comes to a boil only infrequently
the temperature instantly dialed back
Gone are the days when every syllable that tumbled from your lips required scrutiny
Every word needed examination for its meaning
Your whole history memorized for subsequent analysis and discussion
Now one is hard pressed to even remember current and past projects let alone what is proposed for the future
You have achieved your goal and moved far from your beginnings
You quietly operate from behind coming forth only when suitable and required
Kudos to you. The satisfaction must be immense.
But the flame is dying back
No more innumerable postings and earnest discussions
Though the diehards still trudge through the past prizing any new information and images
And I still follow them marking each and every entry not just a with a terse thumbs up but with a nostalgic heart
My Dear Madam
It was all too much
Though at the beginning the attention fulfilled a need
The one that comes from never feeling good enough
Hard to believe right? Me?
And was it ever fixed by all the accolades? Perhaps. Or perhaps just buried or maybe transformed
But it all got so old
Even getting married couldn’t rid me of my devoted fandom
So I began to withdraw
To make myself less accessible
Not playing into and along with the giggles and the banter
I just wanted more time with my family
And the privacy that comes with status
Now the hordes have dissipated
The numbers down to just a few
Like you my dear madam
Always steadfast always there
Reminding me from whence I’ve come and ever guiding me towards the future
Your nostalgic heart balances me and creates the context of my being
©Karen Casady 2021