this is what it looks like to start again

You start to contemplate your underwear collection. You wonder what scar on your body will be noticed first. Whiskey becomes a voyeur down your throat as it watches what happens when you unlock your body’s cupboards. You pay closer attention to song lyrics. You travel your eyes away from the news. You touch youself in ways you never have before. You start to believe it can happen again. Like, love, maybe.