Moving On

My hand wavered,

This was not new,

It’s been like this for years.

She tells me to move on.

To move on without her,

But I can’t.

I want to, but I feel her.

After all these years,

After all these tears,

She’s still here.

Her presence 

Beckoning me forward,

But I can’t.

I can’t forget her.

The way she walked,

The way she talked,

I can’t.

I must move,

But to move…

Would kill her

And all she stands for.

The hope she brought

Into my life,

I can’t let her go.

She beckons and beckons

But I refuse to kill her.

My hands waver

And waver,

But she lives.