I am under the sun and on the grass and surrounded by half-strangers, but they are half-friends. I am learning and making progress and I am moving forward. I am even okay getting to sleep without your voice now. I think I am okay, maybe I am half-better.
But I am half-worse, I am the thing your eyes avoid. I am still half-yours, though you've half-forgotten me by now. I barely miss you until I remember the way we were two halves of the same heart, once.
I will be whole again one day.
Not today, but soon.