He’s gone. He’s in the past.
Not in the present
and likely absent from the future.
In the past is where he can,
should, stay.
Part of me
but apart from me.
Tag: move on
just like that
And then, just like that,
I don’t want to think of you.
The past is the past.
the familiar returns
Resuming a sense of normalcy
from before, before the world changed.
But, isn’t the world always changing
and we just hardly notice?
The familiar offers comfort and routine
back into the voids structure has vacated.
Remember when this was all we knew
and expected?
My perspective has changed
and maybe, so have I in this process.
I feel little familiarity, scarce comfort;
unease and inquisition sit with me instead,
surrounded by those basking in normalcy’s return.
Must it all return to how it was before?
detour
Just a small diversion this must be,
some kind of detour I should follow,
before resuming my previous trail
of moving forward,
of moving on.
healing
When you can think of them
as a meant-to-be part of your story
and not a what-if,
you’re healing.