Patterns

Patterns
Falling into place
Words becoming sounds
Try to hide the changes in your face
We made our share of sunlight
Wouldn’t listen to the rain
But morning came too soon
And took away the moon
Tomorrow there will be
Just me and patterns
Now it seems to be
The skies are always those that hang around with me
I find myself avoiding
Silent feelings we have known
The songs that we have sung
Suddenly become
The string around my finger
That reminds me love has gone
Your words are kind
But eyes don’t play
There’s nothing more that you can say
Your footsteps down the hall repeat
The pieces fit too well
The pattern is complete