Coming Undone Poem by Jessy Liz

Your breath on my skin after so long-
It seems so surreal, but prolonged.
Your hand goes to my neck as I stand against you..
And I shrug at your touch- it's too much too soon.
So many months have gone by.
I've been thinking of you but all the while-
I question your position,
And I speak with hesitation.
Nothing is real,
Between the breaths that we steal.
We're just squinting our eyes against the sun..
Blinded by the colors and coming undone.
We can't see that we've wounded with misguided steps,
That we're bleeding from the backs that we've turned inept..
And we settle here.
Somewhere in the shade where we don't have to be too near..
I can't remember the days
When that same touch was like breathing and feeling felt safe.
This light is stinging my eyes..
But I turn to you and we pretend that the sun always comes out at night.