Actually...

Possibilities become ironic
Where certainties do not
Fake are the grins that flicker
As tension paints the corners
Of things we never said

For each occurrence involving your face
The elements of jubilation dissolve
To that of a stranger’s shadow
Frozen, in distance we blend

Actually… possibilities become ironic
To repair what has misshapen us
And that was when the icy twig
Had snapped in two