More me no

I let out a sigh
As she feels it's time
For her heart to forget mine
To lose daily, is the way some say we may be. Loose in the tree.
But I'm not sure they beleive in me who'd run to come and save me?
As last night there was almost no more me. It would be no real loss or tragedy as I've lived within others and they've lived within me and think I'm fairly content with having been.


- Sleeps