A decade on this site

I started to read my work from day one the other day.
To see the changes over the years
From bad grammar and childishness teenage pain
To being a young adult burning out in college
and now Im firmly into adulthood with worries of a woman
This year marks a decade on this site
I started out angry and demanding of love
Hurt by the world and just begging for love
Love has dominated my poetry life and  
maybe that's why people dont read much anymore  
I think it's okay because I've written  
Close to almost a thousand poems here
I've met so many wonderful people over the years
Relationships that have come and gone
And I suppose I'm skittish of getting attached on this site
So many comments from friends I dont remember the names of
Deleted comments from people I once loved dearly
Once I was active, seeking fame and to be known
Wanting desperately for my poetry to grow and develope
But somewhere along the line it faded
I stopped participating and sunk into my mind
I stopped writing for interactions and improvement
And focused on the confessional style
The act of sharing secrets here that no one else knows
So few know my name anymore and maybe that's okay
Or maybe they've forgotten me entirely  
There's a pleasant comfort that people only know my work
But I miss the interactions I once had
I dont remember my last new follower
And I miss meeting new people and
The friends who are no longer here
It brings tears to my eyes that  
Almost none of them made it to a decade with me
There's one or two but I dont see them on my poems often
I feel like a ghost of a time on this site  
that hasn't existed in so long...
Am I a dinosaur now? Are my works a dusty library?
Some section covered in webs where poems just appear?
I miss people and it hurts sometimes to feel forgotten
It's okay to be ghost I think?
To be something that once was known