SIGNS IN A HIGH GLOSS

"I wish things were different,"

the truth you spoke accompanying tears.

...

Our paths' collision turned out to be an impact

beyond the hope of masking emotions

and being in over our head at such depth

saw a reliving, somehow, of all the parts once considered to be dead.

...

I'm finally seeing you as you were, as you are,

and I'm sorry...

...I never showed up to love you...

My heartbeat as your body cried

...

yet,

loneliness

stretched the air between us,

making our lungs work for breathe.

Despite our shared feelings, a hopeful optimism,

silhouttes of soulmates,

our separation grew,

grew legs and sprinted for cover...

...

My heartbeat as your body cried

and we went out howling at the moon

drunk on those tears...

...

Our eyes blinded by our desire

to see love reflected in the fullest phase.

...

We could only feel the heat

while pressed against the brick...

...

Those walls had always been prepared

for fall...

...I'm finally learning to see...

...

...

Your the vision for me or I'd rather stay in the dark...

...

Are you still searching the twighlight for a familiar outline,

as I am?

Say.

My world belongs to you.

Take it, please.

I'd do anything for one more chance

to read the invitation upon your lips.