I see you.

Hiding behind your family.
A fiancee,
a daughter.

I see you smile.
Play daddy.
I remember what you did.

I am someone's daughter.
Someone's mother.
I was someone's wife.

And I carried you with me.
A decade plus.
I can see you above me.
Moving.

I can feel your weight.
I can feel my powerlessness.
I can feel my fear.

I cringe,
To see you smile.
To know that you probably forgot.
What you did to me.
What you took from me.

You can pretend.
You can be who you claim to be now.
But I see you.
I have not forgotten.