Every time
You seep back under my eyes
You act like no undone misdeed
Ever unjustly tainted your view
Of me

Every time
I wonder if you’ll ever send to me
The redress for the way you were sightless
With the lies
I did not say

Perhaps
The shame you weigh
Brings you to prove yourself
More than silly
As I deem you

Yet the tease
In your utterance never completely lost me
The reconstituted path however unaligned is gravity
As likely as not for my detriment
As for my good