Time is trying to push its way out
of every pore in my bruised skin.
Listen,
don’t you think this was worth it?
To open the door that sticks in the heat
to find me, smirking, arms crossed on
your doormat,
eyebrows flicking up in a triumphant
pose.
“Told you.”
You stand gaping in the threshold
in utter disbelief,
babbling.
We fumbled for hellos, grabbing tightly
to each other’s shoulders, trying to prove
our own existence.
I wasn’t gone very long but
it felt like a lifetime.