It's always been this way.

I prepare earlier every year, but
I'm never prepared
For the flood
Or the fire
You release or
Ignite
In me.

So while I'm preparing to say "see you later" to you,
I lay with my eyes closed,
My arms laid out like a painted canvas,
And my face covered with this new blanket.

I am not unhappy.
I am excited.
Interested because, you hit me
Differently this time.

I didn't flinch.