Dim Moonglow

I thought that you were someone else, but no,
Your faces all turn into cloudy haze
And melt away like fog on misty days.
I thought I knew how these ideas grow,
But wasn't ready for this kind of show,
A tripping through the dark fantastic maze
Of personalities, myriad ways
To untruth, unembarrassed dim moonglow.

The truth breaks sometimes, but mostly it bends
As you distort it, like when you told me
Who you had been before, who you would be
From now on, and how far the truth extends.
What was the truth? You say we could be friends,
And, disrespectfully, I disagree.