Ten months without you vanishes with your unexpected return in late July. I liked you better when you lived in my memories. You came barging in without warning. Your presence is most obvious morning and night. I don't know what you expect me to say, I literally cannot see because of you. I cannot read a book or look at my phone without an interruption from you telling me my eyes are changing once again. Well, the migraines already informed me, but I guess you're another messenger, a bonus I never expected to see again. But when I think about it, it makes sense. Your appearance in my life once again. If anything, you're a reminder to be patient with myself. A sign of hope that you will one day you leave and never return. The ten months I spent without you were wonderful. It made the year you previously spent with me seem like nothing in hindsight.