I was tired then as I am now
It had been a week anchored down
      by the losses of the week before that
There are places to go after laughter
After fault has caused faith to falter
Places teeth go after they are spat  

Now though differs by choice from then
No more is loss the way to end
      heartbeats, dreams, and grace
What listened to lies easy to whither
Braces for truth braving it hither
Eyes are light when unmasked the face