The Sign

The Sign

Take this poem as a sign,
the one you’ve been waiting for
for so long.
Fold it in half and let it rest,
and bloom in your pocket
alongside the pen I gave you
to remember me by,
while you were away.
You said I never took a single test,
without that pen in my hand,
and I’d never live without it.
But I can,
just like I swear I can
live without you,
even if that statement
was false before I let it
slip from between my lips.
And even though my heart’s still beating
in perfect rhythm, in time with yours,
I’m still afraid you’ll leave me alone,
I'll have nothing left to hold.
So I’m penning this poem,
to let you know how much I need you now.
I’ve tried before to get through to you,
but all my efforts fail,
all of them are futile and it never comes out right.
Nothing ever comes out right.
So I’ve taken to trying to tell you with my eyes
and with my heart.
Can you hear it bleeding?
Can you feel me drowning beside me now?
I’ve tried so hard to make myself stop,
to discontinue this love for you,
and still my heart bursts every time we touch.
You call to me, like the light at the end of the tunnel,
leading me home.
You guide me with your crystal clear eyes,
your beguiling smile,
and I fall.