the past eight months have been bumpy and ive stopped labeling things by events because theres too many
time in my head has changed from months and days to labels even though i still know the exact dates and exact events
the earliest time was easy and seemingly happy without knowing what happy was
the earliest time was before you
then there was you all four months of you you you and this was what outshone and outshines everything
you were everything
there was the worst which i label as the first week because the first week was significantly bad without you
we didnt need a first week because we just fell into place
separately though i counted hours and minutes and seconds without you
after the first week was the off week when things were fixed but not
the week that we tried but failed
then there was time and emptiness and general sadness
there was the second try but this time i broke it off
i was scared to lose you so i took you from myself
then there was the third try where things were almost okay but they werent
you were leaving
when you left there was a new first week and if i though the first was bad this first was worst
this first week was nothing because im nothing with you gone
i find that our story is easier told with time