You shared good news.

A win.

Your win.

I felt it.

Not how I wanted to.

I didn’t feel happy.

I felt smaller.

Like your happiness

came at this cost of mine.

Like there wasn’t enough to go around.

Like somehow

you getting yours

took some of mine.

Now I feel less than.

My own unspoken ache.

That’s not your fault.

It’s my contraction.

Thinking smaller.

Feeling smaller.

Acting smaller.

Getting caught up in me.

Forgetting

that thebossissupergenerous.

Even if it takes me a moment

to catch up

I am on your side.

Rooting for you.

Funny thing is,

happy for you

eventually

is happy for me.