Missiles

The day shortly passes

& already the nostalgia

starts to dry

on my cheeks.

I see.  I stare,

I go & I do.

Never awaiting

New

creation.

Actions make time.

Time doesn't

exit without

you.

Smile

& hold it.

If it's real

the sun sparkles,

If it's not

your smile will

crack

and reality

will Fragment

into pieces

you can

figure

                                    out