Moving On
I was that kind of person,
that would arrive out of nowhere,
and stay only a short while,
saying nothing to anyone,
apart from 'yes' and 'no' and 'thanks'.
Then I would head for a door
or a street,
or a wilderness
and not look back.
Now I am much settled and
will talk to any stranger,
chatter on
about every mundane thing.
I have friends; a family.
Sometimes I grow quiet,
pondering upon
that kind of person I once was,
I then secretly look for a way out,
out there where I kept moving on.
At such times,
discerning my thoughts,
my wife cracks open a cold one for me.
she hands me the beer,
and says:
"You did move on."
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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