Missing Good Nights

I no longer see
your 'Good Night' message,
but I notice you're online
briefly before going offline
each day.
It's the last time
I see you online nowadays.

I don’t know
who you're wishing
‘Good Night’
before bed now.
I wait to see it
so that I can sleep well.

I wait, and I wait,
seeing you online,
only to realise that
you have finally
fallen asleep
when the green light
turns off and stays off
for many minutes
towards the end of the day.

Then, I recalled
that I’ve lost
my good night’s sleep
since the day I realised
I was not a priority
but the last option you turn to.

At least,
I’m greeted with a
‘Good Morning,’
but I'm uncertain
till when.
Everything about us
tends to carry
an expiry date,
and each day, I fear
it could be today.