Again with the Tea...

Do you still spell confusion with a K?
Or was that just for me?
A trick of the lighting
That fell across us in your bed.

Do your eyes ever sparkle for me?
A turn to that tender green that was mine only?
One look said more
Than any of your beautiful words.

Do your pages ever say my name?
A subconscious glimpse at a void I left?
Do not right my wrong
But let me bask in my unreality.

After all,
You still bask in yours.