Will I Know When the Music Ends

Will I Know When the Music Ends? Sometimes “together” runs its course, A warm hand held turns cold or then, He works late most every night; His face is not bright as once it had been. He stops saying “No” to a pretty purchase, And instead doesn’t care or when. He ”reads” his phone way past ten When your own eyes are closed again; “Tomorrow I’ll bake him his special pie!” Tearfully, you try, you cry and with a last sigh, “Make me sure when the music ends.”