It’s Time to Move On

A Poem

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I left you behind on an early Sunday morning,
Months after that night you slammed the door
And departed my life for a better one (or so you said)

I took the photographs and made a small bonfire
On the sands of the beach where you’d promised
Much more than a happy lifetime together

But that’s gone, gone, gone

I ripped apart your favorite T-shirt —
Another thing you’d shed (just like me) —
And scattered the pieces into the flames

I laughed and laughed like I was a mad woman —
And wouldn’t you like that, huh, if I went crazy over you —
But some part of me still hurt for missing you so much

But the sun began to rise, rise, rise

I didn’t let the fire grow, oh no —
Why leave destruction in your wake?
Oh, wait, you already did, didn’t you?

I was the damage, the bruise, the wound —
But you didn’t care at all, did you?
I guess I have my answer after all this time

But you’re gone, gone, gone

Goodbye, sayonara, farewell —
I watch the last embers glow
And then stamp them out

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