I think the hardest part is the way you haunt me. You exist everywhere I've been, and deciding where to be is like choosing which memory hurts the least. Is it quantity or quality?

I am still deciding.

There is only one place I can go with no presence of you because you never existed there. It is my safe space, and it is where I can forget you. But at some point, I have to go home, and in the silence I sit remembering you, whether I want to or not. I have learned you are like a blanket always covering me. Sometimes, I am comfortable enough to where I do not notice I have it on, and other times the sweat and the heat feels suffocating beneath you. It makes your presence unable to be ignored. Only the difference is, a blanket I can take off, but you I cannot seem to shake.

...

The coat unnoticed

In places cold

Decembers in Waterloo

Until heat beckons

Sweat begs your attention

Faded, the tag reads "you"