Unspoken Infidelities

You were a trick of mind,
a careful bend of scars,
but I am no longer blind.

Childish hands yearn only to find
descending, foggy-minded stars –
You were a trick of mind.

The colors cannot be combined –
between jagged teeth of cars;
but I am no longer blind.

Falling amethysts don’t entwine,
we arrive alone to simple bars –
You were a trick of mind.

And you are 4 a.m. designed
to echo among empty jars,
but I am no longer blind.

Rain sees the hopeless grind
of rusty prayers on Heaven’s Mars;
You were a trick of mind,
but I am no longer blind.