Moving On
It’s when you stop remembering the way
he used to do all the things that would
make you smile when you’re sad
It’s when you’d stay up late
talking on the phone about
anything and everything
under the moon
It’s when you feel nothing
at the thought of him, when it doesn’t
suffocate you to hear his name
leave someone else's lips
It’s when you start to wish for your own happiness,
for your own smile and none of them
will have anything to do with him
anymore.
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