Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

Forever September

I love you.
I miss you.
But that person is forever stuck in September 2023.
Even before you left me, I still missed that version of you and hoped I could love him back to the present.
You even stopped being him in October.
I haven't spoken to you since January.
I hope you're a different person;
a happier person-
Like the man I knew in the summer.
But I'm sure you continued changing with the seasons.
And yet, I foolishly hope the man I love still exists.