Moving On
I can’t help but feel
That I will never stop writing
About this feeling
That I will never stop feeling
This in love
And this unloved
At the same time
It’s an emotion
That can’t quite be described
Or transcribed
Or believed.
I am moving on
From your grasp
From your smile
From your laughter or voice
Moving on from the memories we made
The meals we shared
The songs we sang
The times I will never forget
And the pain you watched me endure
The pain you let me endure
As if you have a masochistic love
Or none at all.
I’m a broken record playing your name
Every time I go somewhere we’d been
And I’m running out of places
Out of tenderness or patience
I am moving on for me
For once
Making the best choice for me
And it doesn’t involve you
Or include you
Or succumb to you
My future is a world that doesn’t know you
Just remembers everything that is over
Everything that you let go
That you missed
That I will become
And perhaps you will look back
Remember the taste of my name
The warmth of my touch
Or the way I made you smile
But I will be gone
Moving on to another crosswalk
With a new hand to hold
A place where I can grow old
The hands of time are no strangers
Let me go
Watch me grow
But please know
I have moved on
Just like you wanted me to