Week 53

One month since I kissed you.
One month since I nuzzled my face
Into the crook of your neck
And felt your hand travel down my spine.
One month since I heard that you loved me, loved me,
You always said it twice.

I sit here with our dog at my feet,
She touches me at all times
Like you used to,
Our legs entwined.

In one month
I have become the strongest I know,
And also the weakest I know.
I reach out and hold air
Where you used to be.

It's not that I won't make it,
It's just that a lot has happened in a month.