Its been close to 30 days I think but I don't feel like I have changed very much
I have moved out of our lavish home and into something more modest with just two bedrooms
One filled with books, letters, and unopened memories
I don't trust myself with those yet
Your clothes, cologne, and everything in between has been locked up in storage
the walls are no longer stare back at me
I can see you from everywhere
You smile at me from the kitchen when I am standing before the stove with my black hair all disheveled in my mismatched house slippers
You always remain deep in thought in the study room whenever I go in to pen out letters or thank you notes
Maybe it hurts even less now when the day is over
I cant say, I no longer sit still in front of the tv lost in other peoples daily squabbles and superficial relationships
I don't waste any time thinking about 2018 or the first time we met
but yes I do feel bad... only for 5 minutes though!
I don't think i'm going to be dating any time soon but I am open to new faces
Marriage is not in the cards but I don't mind being a bridesmaid again
Anniversaries are tough, but I just go on a much needed holiday
I haven't given up on what you loved the most
I still write late into the night till my fingers hurt
I still bake year round till the house smells like gingersnaps and chocolate
the piano gets a check up twice a year on our birthdays 6 months apart
there's still me
I haven't given up yet