Slowly my eyes were opened. Suspicion
watered by your silence, bloomed icicles
of doubt, sharpened crystals in suspension
ignored by me, awaiting miracles.
Belief does not engender intervention.
An anniversary later, all the coals
have cooled. Dreams of reciprocation,
thoughts of revenge, all have grown old.
Save for this comfort as I read your words:
The lies you love work justice you deserve.