I see you
      cruel
in every never-again—

tides crinkled and colored on an exhale;
the sun deserting the sky;
a billion beginnings breathing before day
break—

taunting me
with the violence of nostalgia-to-be—
or more battering still—
the remembrance
of forgetting you
    —I—to have never known you—

so please
    on your way out

            mar me