The vessels gave up long ago
When the emerald turned blood,
And the nerves soon followed
like a death after a long storm.
I could not solve the puzzles
About the lights and my pupils
That did not free the shadows
Lurking in my detached retinas.
They scraped my dead corneas
Like how one licked his fingers
To save the circles of my irises
That saw the day and its colors.
I lost both lenses in an instant
When the tub water looked gray,
When the dark paper boat sank
After he left without me knowing.