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Do I cause old pieces to fall when my words sound another broken feeling? Cold and surreal.  Wads of paper snow on the tile. Feeling not for redoing. Wanted to take back what's mine. Mend torn curtains, snap smokey cowebs. But I want the light off. Haunted mirrors show me what's mine, or maybe what isn't. Strangers we were to the times. Aching like windowless pages. Twisted as pasted mountains. Fire descends when hearts don't hear their own screams. We were weeping, we were lonely, solemn and cased. Like shells on a bathroom cabinet. Wired into serious happenings. Open only to what we didn't need. Days turn into themselves as the sky. When its shavings are crested. Peeking into three decade old love. Can't seem to find that anymore. Strange how you left... just like that. Smile eats you like the smell of limp arms entagled in hate. Two new people when all I want to be is inside you. Again. Forgiveness wasn't made to starve. Shades of pale, skies like charcoal flowerless weekends. Don't like this game of win and lose. Having let you go, gained ,merely loneliness. Words as tiresome as old bones. Silence weak like tea colored eyes. Strong enough to start a war, too lost to remember how we began. Not a matter of what we've become, it's who we were. Don't give in so hastily, don't peel the layers anymore. Past is left to reason with itself. Reason with hope. Begging isn't like tracing pictures out of weapons. Like asking earthy moments to stop. Or feeling warmth underneath winter skies. It's like one last grenade. Wine pours out across the floor. Reflecting the light. Same way truth reflects the lie. Lures days into what's not there. Believing is the same as fading. Foggy as the days of young. Older than feeling, younger than finding. Connections as bad as telephone wire. Stretching forward forever. Used, decaying, open, susceptable. Then cut. Life, solid as smiling behind the devil's hand. Coming apart in the ink. Sweeping the paint chips from your doorstep. Looking for what doesn't exist. Chopping through vines thin as her fragile peace. In you peer, out you walk. Smile sweeter then sun-drenched days, gone quicker then holding onto water. Sometimes stepping back isn't enough. Buy living each day injected with joy. Even without you, we'll find ways to understand. Even when understanding meant having you there. Confusion like super glue, something's still got to give.