I was one of those privileged teens,
That took pride in you.
The unflagging vitality that came as a result of you
Had consumed me
Made me insolent.
The ephemeral joy of youth
Had me dance to its trance.
Being loved was no task
With you around.
Sycophants add up
When in sight of opulence and you.
Now when I look back
I see a shallow self
Who had everything to do with you.
And finally that you have decided to vanish
Everyone left too.
And as for me, I have nothing left to offer
Nothing left to do.