I would ask if your ok dear but you don't seem to notice me anymore. Like a fallen leaf in the fall wind you turned on me. Your bright blue eyes and Rosie cheeks just disappeared inside the greenery. I'd be here if you needed to be saved cause there's thousands of songs that still need to be played. You can dance around the hard wood floor, there's nothing dear that I want more. Then my hands on the small of your back and your head resting softly on my neck. I want to know that there's still purpose in this, not just frozen faces in photographs. Remembering scratches down my back or how Badly dear we got off track. I still can't navigate that course, because the compass in my head just spins and every deep breath I still pull you in. I'm accepting things though now, I just need to learn to not speak out loud.