What a QuaranTIME to be Alive

When you left, I made myself a quesadilla. I have three new scars On the backs of my hands From when I burnt myself while trying. Turns out, it takes a lot of skill to flip a quesadilla. That is something I clearly don't possess. In some circles, those burns, Would brand me 'childish' and 'careless'. In others, I've finally earned my battle scars. And battle scars are, of course, the hallmark of adulthood. So maybe this is adulting: letting yourself get hurt Just for the bragging rights. When you left, I threw myself into work. Filled my mind with anything that would Keep me from filling it with the lack of you. There's always so much to do now. It stops me from asking the questions I know I will never get the answers to. Now I'm tired all the time. But there's work to do. I push it away, but I can't bear to be alone With only my thoughts for company. Push, pull, push, pull. So maybe this is adulting: committing to a million things But never bein