homage

this is an homage
to what could have been,
what would have been,
what should have been
when we were young
and hearts were wrung
by charm we'd flung.

this is an homage
to what seems to be
but may not be
and might not be.
we play the game,
somehow act tame,
but it's not the same.

this is an homage
to love we've lost
and paths that crossed
with icy frost.
where we will go
we do not know
until we show.

this is an homage
to what we see
uncertainly;
to breaking me
and breaking you
by what we do
in hurting hues.