I stare at those little eyes through the glossy screen.
A part of me that will never come back no matter how much I scream.
She sways back and forth in sync with the beat.
Now my emotions sway back and forth as I am left to fleet.
Her subtle babbles and her cheeky laughter.
My crude jabber and my candid manner isn't what she thought after.  
She had so much love to share, so many hugs to give and so many kisses to blow.
Though now she diminishes her childish propensity and accepts her low.
If only those little doe eyes didn't age so fast.
If only her euphoric days weren't so transient.
If only she enjoyed the climb only to fall…
Maybe she would still be me.