I swear I've been doing really
okay. I take full breaths and
I've been sleeping almost all
the way through the night.
I don't cry w h e n I walk
through the l a s t place we
kissed or the final s p o t
where you told me you
loved me. I can watch your
favorite movie or listen to
yourfavoritebandwithout
falling apart. The antique
mall no longer turns me
i n t o a puddle and
macaroni and cheese
only barely reminds
me of our f i r s t
date. But last night
Kaitlyn and I went
to the river and I
stood in the same
patch of dirt where
I watched your notes-
all white and stark in the
moonlight- begin t h e i r
journey down south. I sat on
the big rock where Kaitlyn and
Chloe held my hands for what felt
like forever until my chest was rising
and falling like normal (two months
ago almost to the date but god how
was it not yesterday?) and there
were simply stars stars stars as
f a r as I could see, and t h i s
little, tiny, insignificant
piece of me missed you.
but only an insignificant, tiny, little piece.