I reach up to touch the back of my neck and find that my hair is longer again, and I remember that time is different here.
I'm trying to hold so much in my head that I forget the small things, like dinner, like names. Something I've said makes her cry, and I swear I'll try harder because I can't, I can't lose this too.
The seasons race past and bleed together, and suddenly it's been a year.
I trace invisible scars and wish I could shake the uncomfortable closeness of the world from my skin.