Signs

This is how we talk
in the blink of lights
in sighs
a missed hope here and there
and how fate plays out day by day

It is how we communicate
with the conversations that never happen
and the silence that is always there;
through fumbles and tumbles

but everything is in shambles.

The sun sets
as the heart does;
as I miss the sunrise,
and struggle to run
against time;

This is all it will ever be
all the heart will always see.