10.25.20

I wanted to spend today in the comfort of my blankets,

wrapped up tight and warm and safe with a mug of hot cocoa and my chocolate stash from back home

I wanted to try forgetting the date in sweats in my room,

trying to let it pass without incident

but instead, I got up for work and remembered the smell of mint on your breath as I brushed my teeth

and how your lips somehow tasted of spoiled milk regardless

I heard a song I've avoided since last year on my commute

I ordered myself breakfast and tried not to feel bad about the inability to wash my hair this morning

I can't hide my distaste for the date as I'm asked for it

and I'm dreading the sleep or lack thereof that will come tonight,

but tomorrow morning, I will wash your presence from my hair just like last year

and continue trying toward moving on