I’ve been trying to avoid you, to feel something, anything other than the tightness that squeezes my shoulders when you’re around. You don’t make it easy. These days, you linger. It didn’t used to be this way. But now, in the cold silence of night, I turn and find you. How long will you stay? People say that maybe there’s a lesson. Maybe there’s something to learn while you’re around. I feel you right now. Pressing into that place on my back, reminding me, you’re still hanging on.