so you think you can come back
after all this time.
like there was no destruction.
like it’s all easily forgiven.
like you weren’t an oil spill.
like you didn’t set off a chain of events.
like I’m not still finding dead things in your path.
like I’m done combing the muck out from my hair.
like this was all okay.
like you can come back and say
these things happen.
like this was just an accident.