The Language and I

We were close, once
The Language and I
I was her lover
And she was my pride
Now we sit here
In a room from yesterday
The air still smells of words exclaimed
And the cold fire sheds dismay
She doesn't talk to me any more
Clenching to the fray
Doesn't whisper secrets
Doesn't hold my gaze
And someday soon from now
She shall leave
And all I’ll have to hold
would be the reminisce
of a beautiful day
But what I fear the most,
Is that I may not care.