Winter

letting go

Recently,

I do not think

so much about you.

I do not think about the 

first time we met,

or the way I suddenly thought

as we talked - 

he's perfect.

I do not think about the way

you smiled,

or the way your eyes were this gorgeous 

honey-caramel brown.

And I do not think about the way

I felt 

every single time that I saw you,

spoke with you,

smiled with you. 

I am okay. 

And for once I actually mean it.

I. am. okay.