I tried those dish-washing detergents, the ones that have "super grease-removal"
but I felt like I was scrubbing off all the days we had worked, together, with metaphorical drills and wrenches, to fix what was irrevocably broken.
I used lotions, but freesias reminded me of the smell of your hair, and coconut oil left this residue that would feel like your hand was in mine.
I thought maybe covering them would be the solution, but my hands in gloves felt like the way your arms closed in around me and held me, suffocated me.