I see you there all cool in your imagined success, feeling smug as if you pulled it off.
I see you there.
I see more than the form that you you. I see the hurt, the pain, the lies. I see the truth you try so hard to hide.
Time eases the wounds and scars and I almost forget. I don’t want to forget – I need to remember.
I need to remember what I really see when you sit there so smugly.
I see you.