I can’t
Move
On.
I can’t forget his face.
Every time, I think life is better,
It brings me to this space.
It’s a terrible feeling…
It’s the same love,
The same power
But instead of the sweetness,
It tastes acrid,
Sour.
It fills me with longing
And dread.
Time has past
And I have cried;
I may breathe still –
But I’ve died and died.
Loss has corroded me from the inside
And time moves on,
And on;
Yet, I am stuck, and keep returning
To what’s left,
To what’s forlorn.
If his heart would,
One day,
Be cast out,
And like mine now,
Completely,
Shatter.
I do not think,
To my breathing,
At any point, hence,
The shattering would matter.
They say,
“Time heals all –
All wounds will heal.”
True.
But know also
They leave weeping scars,
We,
All,
Quietly,
Learn to conceal.