Things are starting to get back to normal, but I don't want them to. Even though his presence pulled me away from my daily routines, my daily routines that would be better broken than preserved.
His time here was both a renewal of us and a breaking of the crust I had built around myself in his absence. Now, awkward and raw like post-shed, new skin, I stand confused where once things fell horribly into patterns I didn't want anyway.
I have to keep it new and away from the ruts I could easily slip back into.
I already feel their siren's pull, persistent and weakening.