I haven't lost my love for coding. Coding lost its love for me. Oh, coding. We used to be so similar. We'd gaze into each other's eyes and get lost for hours,

I haven't lost my love for coding. Coding lost its love for me. Oh, coding. We used to be so similar. We'd gaze into each other's eyes and get lost for hours, days at a time, teasing the vast boundaries cast by simple questions. But coding changed. You changed, coding, you changed and you left me behind. All you care about now, coding, is looking in the mirror. Measuring yourself. Analytics. Velocities, sprint points, backlogs; you say you want me, coding, but you really just want me to be there and watch while you go do what we used to do, as the younger developers frolic with the old questions anew. I think, coding, that you're just using me because I accidentally showed you I could do the other things. You say that we're still coding, coding, but this relationship died a while ago and I'm still around because I'm in love with a ghost.