Tyno madi wemabhandity

wakaisepi

When you think she’ll be happy to see you first thing every morning,
like your presence is the thing that makes her day start right —
but she looks right through you, distant, like you’re just another shadow in the room.

You wake up carrying that little hope, that maybe today she’ll smile,
maybe she’ll say your name soft, like it used to be.
But her eyes stay cold, her replies short, and you’re left holding all that care
with nowhere to put it.

It’s that quiet ache of reaching out in your head,
only to hit air.
You’re there, showing up, loving out loud in the small things,
and it feels like it doesn’t even register.

Makes you wonder if she notices at all,
or if you’ve become normal to her —
not special, not missed, just… there.