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