December 3rd:
i woke up
with my hands shaped around
your absence.
December 18th:
your side of the bed feels cold.
December 29th:
i cook dinner for two
then realize only one person
lives here anymore.
January 12th:
write, drink, sleep.
repeat.
hope that it is enough.
January 26th:
i clean out your half of the closet,
and save only one of your favorite
shirts, which i will keep in my drawer.
May 2nd:
remembered you
for the first time in a long while.
realized
that i am forgetting what you look like.
October 16th:
all this talk about the stages of grief
and how to pick yourself up,
go forward, move on.
so
goddamn
tired.
November 8th:
even your bones have disappeared
from my mind.
what did your hands feel like?
December 3rd:
hit the year mark.
they say it gets easier
as time goes by,
but god,
all i want
is you.