I won't miss the mess
or
the cold
I won't miss the anxiety
or
this apartment.

But,
I will miss your hand reaching for mine in the dead of night.
I will miss the fumbling walks home.
I will miss your suggestive eyebrows.

*I had a grand scheme for this place. I had big dreams and big ambitions. While most of what I set out to do, or become, died with the new year,there is one thing that I am proud to say that I accomplished in this time...
We became closer than either of us could have imagined. I think that's an achievement in itself.