I find myself at a loss for words

because it’s the same old story:

you went on with your life,

and I sit here feeling sorry.

So much has changed

with the time that’s passed,

but I will always remember

that time of the past.

I tried to move on,

but I fooled no one.

I could not escape it

no matter how hard I tried to run.

I learned something valuable:

you can’t outrun memories.

They don’t just chase you;

they surround you like the seas.

After running for a while,

I started to wear down.

I rested for a moment.

That’s when I began to drown.

Engulfed by the memories,

quickly sinking in the feelings.

That’s when realization hit:

“stop running and start healing.”

Now that’s a long endeavor,

and I’m not doing well.

Whenever I’m around you,

my heart begins to swell,

but I just force a smile

and hopelessly try to heal.

That is my only option;

I can’t change how you feel.

It’s time I face the truth.

You moved on long ago.

I need to do the same.

I have to let you go.