A love poem to Medium

You know what I liked about
you
Medium
was the white space you gave me
to think
& absorb

my own time
my own attention
I could be me

With you,
there was no rush.
You didn’t try to daze me
With fools gold
or befuddle me
with links
You were never once
— a loud unruly drunk
high on information

I loved for you for every single one
of that
And for every single pixel you let be
untouched.

Ha! Do you remember the time
my eyes simply gazed all over you
slowly, over and over
taking my time?
Of course you do — you could never forget anything
and now they won’t let you.
You never once stopped me
or told me to look elsewhere
Timeless we basked
In the white space we couldn’t get anywhere else.

You let me discover the joy
of digital reading — my very first time.
And you got me excited about
writing on a keyboard:
Aah the smell of a white screen!
With a cute big font — all for me.

Well, now….
you have whored yourself out
I see why, I really do.
I would have chosen differently
(if you actually read my work, you’d know I did)
But I still respect you:
for leaving me half of we had
You clearly didn’t have you.

Sorry, I called you a whore:
I’m still here, aren’t I?
Helping you. Helping me.
Arrows all ways & nested pronouns between help, you and me.

And no, this is not how it ends, silly.
Its just me being me
And you being you.
Jesus, we are so funny.