The Opposite Of

I watch you forget me
give me away in tiny pieces
how I like my tea,
whether I've read this book-
the opposite of
how we started
collecting each other,
careful hands and greedy eyes.

Now, the opened fist,
the perfunctory nod
the distracted eyes-

so forgive me then,
my own cruelties-
the withheld word,
the hand not taken,
the silent ending.