line of best fit

I couldn’t believe my ears
Then again, I wrote the words myself:
The myth of chemistry, the practice of alchemy
The look in your eyes
As I utter unutterable words
Before I can speak them
Before they can make any semblance of sense.
They were your words, after all
Your lips, your eyes
The embodiment of my lies
In a shimmering mirage
above my wine glass.