I am left small
in the shadow of
your casual departure --
how easily you flay me.
Your swift switch
from seeming intimacy
to cool civility
belies the fervor
with which you once
made your appeals.
Yesterday you
claimed a singular bond
between like minds;
today you have found that
any hand can feel as soft
beneath your lips.
So you can wound me 
worse than by neglect --
the very ease with which
you take your leave
for brighter lights
has reduced me to a
mere fraction of myself.
I look about me at
the room grown large
and wonder whether
I will ever
return to scale.