Today marks one year since I left you.
One year since we talked in the park. One year since I cried on a random stoop because I couldn’t see through the tears enough to walk home.
Most days, I still miss you. Most days, I search the crowd for your face, or the streets for your car.
Most days, I don’t find you.
Some days I do.
Today marks one year since I had you. Today is an eternity.