an accidental intimacy is committed between the right-now me and the me-a-few-minutes-ago as i slip onto my body, (made cold by the air of the room,) the warmest shirt i have ever felt, soft and hot with the heat of my own body that i had already forgotten.
two me's converge, here. i wrap my arms around myself.
i forgive my old self for all he has done to me yesterday because look what he would do for me today, he would keep himself warm so that one day he would be cold so that one day i could pick this hot shirt up and wear it.
we waltz, we dance, until the heat calms under the fan, and then we are just one man and i catch myself missing him.