Time to Move On
A poem about a "true" breakup.
Then one day you realize, your heart just wasn’t in it.
Some can last a lifetime, then just stutter and stop.
Others just for months, then one of you gets the chop.
Each romance has a season; it has to run its course.
But as the leaves fall from the trees, it ends up in divorce.
You’ll laugh a lot, you’ll love so much, you love her inner soul.
You give so much with some return, but then loose all control.
She’ll take some getting over, the hurt will go away.
You have to find another goal. To keep the pain at bay.
Did she understand you? Did she get the things you said?
Did she recognize the problems, distorted in your head?
So now it’s finally over. You accept it as you do.
Tomorrow is another day; you just have to muddle through.
Your heart still feel she’s with you. And perhaps there is a chance.
But reality just tells you, you won’t get a second glance.
Brass Roots Poetry by Ray Dawson
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