I am because we are

“And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.”

“So you ask me how I’m doing and I try not to mention I’ve been asleep for a few months. I’ve been asleep so long, tomorrow feels like last week. My hair grows past my shoulders and the night stretches forward like it’s the only road home and all the taxis are full. You ask me how I’m doing and I try not to tell you I miss daylight. I miss laughing without worrying I’m too loud. I miss the smell of wet lilacs. Bars with clinking glasses and low music. Smelling oranges in the produce aisle. Friends that say, “this made me think of you.“ Maybe this is more explanation than you wanted. I’m okay. My hands are shaking less. I’ve missed you for too many winters. I’m coming back soon.”