LAST YEAR

A year ago, I thought of nothing but you.

I imagined nothing that didn't involve you

the absence of you

or revenge on you.

You you you. That's all that circled my silly brain.

I spent no time on anything else.

I'm better now.

I spend time dreaming of trees and clouds

and the millions I'll spend someday

and sometimes - sometimes

I think of other girls.

I can do that now

a year later

when I'm no longer so obsessed with you.