Moving on is Hard

Moving on without someone you spent all your time with is hard,

At first the space feels like a much-needed breath of air,

But then a few days pass, and that time gap turns to despair,

It turns to an absence you don't want to acknowledge,

You fill your time with a self-improvement pledge,

Keeping yourself moving trying to avoid your mental edge,

Where you catch yourself doing something and their face pops up,

Then your emotions follow with why couldn't it be enough,

Because you miss them, with your whole being,

And this newfound freedom no longer feels freeing,

It feels like a constant state of distraction,

Where keeping yourself busy is the main attraction,

From remembering they are no longer there for you,

Just someone you knew,

In a sense your heart feels used,

Like it no longer works,

How all the care you held for them, now just hurts,

You want the world to stop moving,

Press fast-forward on this grieving,

That they may or may not feel,

People say, sitting in this pain is the only way to heal,

So you built up a blockade,

Away, from ever seeing their face,

Erased, everything that was in your phone,

Anything to remind you what was known,

Convincing yourself it was the right thing to do,

Bringing up bad memories to indicate that is true,

But the feeling of emptiness,

That sits behind every missing text,

That came from them,

Feels more like a burden,

Because moving on from someone you spend all your time with is hard,

And everything you knew and loved about them is now so far.