Moving On

She was ready to forget him at last
She knew it was time to do it
All those joys
those torments
those laughs
those silly tears
his jokes
his love
his indifference
the hints of him,
those many wounds
every time he expected it
the songs
the drawings
the letters
the hugs
misunderstood ‘signs’
and everything that shaped
shaped that story of fantasies
fantasies she lived and those
she created in her mind
It was time to let it go
As much as it hurt
it was necessary
now she was more than sure
that it was never going to be
and was never destined to be
Tears ran down her cheeks
because when you let go
of something you took care of so much
you realize that it never belonged to you
that it was only in your mind
that it was everyone’s but never yours
She thought she wasn’t ready for that yet
but maybe you’re never ready
ready to let so much love go away
away with the wind
so someone else can take it
She kept crying
Her soul was drowning in tears
that would cease
at least within a few hours
in which she would begin to reflect
and she would realize
realize that all that was left
was that great affection she had for him.