The picture you took of me at the beach, that first week in October.
My first week in this city. My first week with you.
I had never been so happy.
Now it's a year later, and I'm here but you're not.
The first week in Ocotober has you written all over it. An Anniversary for every moment you were there.
It makes it hard to go outside.
It makes it hard to be at all.
Fall feelings, I have too many of them.