Is it still me?

Your lips used to say my name,
just mine.
You used to tell your friends about me,
just me.
Clearly there's a shift.
Your circle wonders, what happened to me.
But not a word they say,
They know, a vibrant red turned black.
Will you still deny it?
From a priority to a back up plan.
Drowning,
Slowly becoming a shadow of the past