I am out of hand sanitizer again.

My hands are not ashy anymore.

A painting in my room that reminds me of my worth.

The bubbly and sensitive friend is far again.

I am left alone…. Again.

With no one to be silly with or to cry on my shoulder.

You left a dent.

Like a rain drop I was trying to be, enjoying the peace of my solitude.

You disturbed the peace.

Yet, it was a pleasant disturbance.

As you focus on your future, I’ll do too.

Secretly though, I want to be disturbed again.

With love, thank you for being.