Since you left,
I got worse at parallel parking,
but I can drink coffee black
without making a face
I learned that it’s possible
to not kill plants,
and that I look best in
the mornings wearing
olive green
I’ve figured out how to ask
for what I want,
to yell when I’m being talked over,
that I can make people feel
things they’ve been ignoring
just by being honest
If I’m being honest,
I still let myself think of you
once a day,
and I will keep asking,
even if you never hear me:
Can you let go of someone
without forgetting how they made you feel?