What is lost with success...

I reach out with my hands into the darkness to feel something familiar
There is nothing to brush against anymore these days... in the dark, in the light
The new has come to be what is familiar but I'd love to see your eyes looking at me
Look at me the way they used to before I accomplished anything at all
You always looked at me as if I were the sun and you were a small planet in orbit
And now people see me and want the world but I refuse to give up what remains... a tiny spec of dust or a memory of the hug that came before most all things
I miss being nothing at all
I miss being everything to you