I Have Allergies

I wasn’t crying in my mom’s bed the night before I went to college.

I had allergies, really horrible allergies.

Allergies to change and distance.

Allergies to broken promises and disappointment.

Allergies to the moon staring at me through the window as it smirked at me with an ‘I told you so’ glow.

I wasn’t crying in my mom’s bed the night before I went to college.

I was building up my immunity for the future.