in October photographs
in Central Park
which I look at today.
I should be sad, but I am okay,
probably because you're beautiful,
definitely because I am getting better
at being okay with this nothing.
from eyebrows to collarbones,
lips to hips,
you had me,
and now you don't.
sure, you're gorgeous,
but it's your loss,
because I would've reminded you
every damn day how pretty you are.