Crawl out of a bed that won’t let go; falling out sticky, sweating from love, and summer, and a special kind of comfort, like I’ve grown somehow since winter. Different seasons, people, feelings. A different me. It was hard at first but I let your…

It was getting pretty ridiculous. I on any set of spare front steps, waiting to be let in only to have the door slammed in my. Time after freaking time. “Shfeech, what are you still doing there?” my friends would ask; it was their tired, p…