Moving On....1 min 250 1 min 250
The cold breeze and hot coffee
I left everything behind.
New start With fresh flower
Fear is still like a vast ocean
Running through my veins.
I hope I don't burst out
Like a huge horrifying wave.
Long days, shorter nights
And haunting memories. Not so likely combination.
You are absent. You along with many others.
I am trying to fix myself.
Pick up my ruins and put it a safe box
It's in November.
It's cold again and so is my coffee.
I get lost in a chain of thought.
I failed at fixing myself
Each night. I hug my broken bones
Try to get warmth to my heart.
It's suffocating. Harder to see. Harder to feel.
New year's eve.
Scratch that. Old resolution.
But a part of me was you.
And when I mend that broken part.
It means calling out on you.
I walk out of that library.
Books in my hand.
"How to get over a loved one's death".