I worry how permanent you’re going to be. You taught me how to put on pillowcases quickly, am I always going to think of you when I do that kind of thing? Already I remember you when I eat at what used to be my favorite bagel place but is now “our” cafe. Already I remember you in these silly nostalgic ways. What if whenever I go back to those places I still see you in them. Haunting. What if it’s been years and I’ve moved on and while I’m driving I realize I’m going to your house and it doesn’t even feel wrong. what if I never get rid of you. Like what if even if I cover up the marks you left they still show through.