Shambles

The Pink Black Hole 

The Night was deepening, 

And they were both in shambles;

Reminiscing their own pieces,

Picking them one by one,

They spoke to each other in signs; 

Told each other to read between the lines.

Exhaling a little fake laughter every now &  then,

Fearing the night, fearing the next sun!  

Longer the conversation went, harder it became to hide,

They both missed right now,

What slipped from their hands...in time!