When...

When you used to care, 
winds would sing to me like old warbling folk singers. 
Soul kissing strings plucked delicately and percussive. 
A warm embrace following a trudge through cold. 
Yet here I stand now, 
Frozen and alone. 
Without your enveloping tune. 

When you used to care, 
a merry country dance took my heart. 
Primitive yet civilised, rhythmic and rowdy. 
My breathing rapid, my heart racing. 
Yet here I sit now, 
idle and alone.
Without your arms around me. 

When you used to care, 
we felt as one. 
Yet here we are now. 
Defeated and rueful. 
Without a song and dance.