Shape

Shapes, in early light
Are highlighted. Shine.
Shadows, in faded light
Are invisible. Go unseen.
Signals, in ending light
Get misread. And mislead.

Hope, buds and grows
In the beginning. The start.
Hands, reach, trying to hold
On. To something. To nothing.
Hearts, break beneath words
Dreamt of, but never said.

One part folds, fades, into
The next. Before you knew
Where you were. And now
You’re simply stuck. Exactly
Where you are.