great expectations

I stopped  hoping
to see you around everyday
And when you do saunter by
I stopped yelling
I do not flood you with messages
That I send merely
To fill your absences
Not because I do not want to
Tell you about my day
But so that
I don't get disappointed
By your blank replies

It seems to have made things
A lot better
We don't fight, for one
And you don't run away
For another

but then,
losing expectations
also means
losing interest

will we survive
without the spark?