Moving On....

January:

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.

May:

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

Moving on.

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.

Its December.

New year's eve.

New resolution.

Save me. 

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".

Moving on.