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