Ambushed

I still cry
But I lie
You are long, so far gone
And I'm dancing in the fog
I feel inspired,
but it's all the same
You run in circles of all you have desired
And I turn faces in the rain
I wish you the best of all the stars
and pretend you never left a crack
while you placed my heart in broken jars;
searching deep through the whole in my back
for any trace of what had been
and never seemed to be.
Mistified, objectified by the dead end,
wonderous thoughts of if I will ever be free.
You could see in the dark
and feel in the light:
A mystery in the spark
of what you said that night.
And I can't say I'll come back,
but I'm not gone.