Yesterday, I looked at a picture of us, and I missed the way your arms felt around me. I missed the way your breath tickled my neck when you hugged me from behind.
Today, I realized I don't miss you as much as I used to. You are simply a face in all of my good memories. You are a happy thought.
Tomorrow, I will rise from my bed in love with another man. I love him because you taught me how.
I have reclaimed the hollow that you left behind.
