I still miss you.

I find traces

hidden across the shards

of the web,

across the powerful notion

of nationality

pride, maybe values.

With you inside, hiding,

in that way you have

like you'll get a laugh

by bending rules

until I break.

And maybe I've learned to miss you

or maybe its only an idea now

just trying out new wings.

Juxtapose what sings

over the dying screams.

But maybe.

I find faces

in these places and

reconcile just for a while

within the smiling

aces -

only a short day's graces

bend and break

nor give nor take this

facade away

not now, never today.

Only tomorrow,

the way we promised to

return to the past

broken moments

maybe meant something

to someone

anyone

no one

I'd believe again, but I'm me again,

too far away to be seen again

if ever

if only ever

belief comes from never knowing

only holding

only hoping the present

won't break into

mosaics.

Like the bits and pieces I

knew from when sky dyed

blue-grey-green - the sheen

of sun over the taste of lies

might as well be

the truth, or both of us

will die.

Swiftly, maybe, gently, save me.