[mousepoet]: 243.mousey's Poetry.We-Us: UP entry

We
are not
too far gone.
Saving grace comes
to those who seek it.
I search with desperate eyes
for one thing to hold onto
when you are pulled beyond my grasp
by things you have now sworn to forget.
And though I know my search is not futile,
my patience wears thin and frays at the edge.
Where a badge of loyalty once stood,
a pale imitation remains
and wonders why I still stay.
You have me, you hold me,
but the truth stands tall
and stares me down.
Saving grace
can’t save
us.