long sleeves are coming back and "i'm just cold" is coming back and stinging arms in the shower are coming back and "oh, um, my cat scratched me" is coming back and it's all coming back because honestly, it has never left
that fogged up window it was real and your face right next to mine it was real and your hand holding mine it was real and our breathing (you inhale/i exhale) it was real and your mouth on mine it was real
i open my eyes and i'm not okay i sit down try to put contacts in and i'm not okay i think about last night and i'm not okay i don't want to go outside today i'm not okay