Afterthought 1640—Last Fake Smile

Shoveling out my secrets hard and fast     just to last.  Trapping time in words I bend and break     just to fake.  Taking me every ounce of guise and guile     just to smile. I'd not meant you to think me worth the while. You've lost it, now you see it for what it's not— the part of me you knew as but afterthought.         [Last. Fake. Smile.]