Animated

She would bat her eyelids constantly 

As if they were sending morse codes

Of the things she spoke about.

The things that one misses of another

Are everyday stuff, nothing momentous...

Like how she enjoyed my food

Or how she would allow me to make the bed

I wish I could decipher

In time

The dots and the dashes of despair 

Before silences fell over the valley

And the fog of time

Caved in.