Puzzles:

there is a puzzle

in your eyes

with pieces

spread

chaotically

across the tabletop

your words

slowly forming

a connect the dots

that flickers

like the stars

hung in the heavens

with intentions

bound by riddles

whose solutions

change 

according

to the weather

amid 

color coded

questions

and responses

rehearsed

from self inflicted

failures

there is a puzzle

in your eyes

with pieces

spread

chaotically 

across the tabletop

and though

you've destroyed

the box

and hidden

all but the bluest

of the pieces

I still see

everything

perfectly