Illusion

I think I loved the illusion of you,
a ghost of light refracting off your skin,
striking my eyes, confusing the brain,
hard and twisted and burning

I'm better now,
and understand the mechanics behind that trick of yours.
Ironed out that old glitch
and now I run smooth and clean and straight.

Now when you come around,
I laugh at my old self,
blinking and rubbing eyes and thinking